"Are you ok?" a mysterious man says, standing above me. Seeming as I just got chased by three men who just randomly started following me, I was knocked unconscious by those same men, and I'm just now waking up to another completely different person standing above me, no. I'm absolutely terrified.

"Do I look ok to you?" I say, and he reaches a hand out for me. I reluctantly take his hand and he helps me stand. "Well, I saw an unconscious young girl laying in an alley, propped up against a wall, and I decided to come see what happened," the man says. You're probably wondering who this mysterious guy is. Well even I don't know who the man is. He's wearing a black cloak with the hood on, and I can't see his face, so I can't identify him.

"Take your hood off," I say, pointing at the hood to his cloak.

"Why?" he says, taking one step away from me.

"Well, I want to see your face, so I can identify who you are." I take a step towards him so we're back at the same distance from each other that we were before.

"My identity is none of your business." He turns his head to look at the opening leading to the alley we're in. It's pretty late, so the only illuminations are the dull streetlights going up and down the city street. It's a new moon tonight, so the sky is completely black except for a few scattered stars. For some reason, the normally busy street is abandoned at this time of night, so no cars are passing down it.

"Why is it none of my business? I need to know who saved me," I say, getting more and more curious by the second.

"I didn't save you, I just found you. My identity is none of your business," he says, turning his head to look down at me again. Did I mention, I am way shorter than him? I'm only 5'10", and he's around like 6'5". Tall man. I love it, but I can't let him know that.

"Your identity is my business if you're talking to me right now. Take your hood off!" I say, not yelling, but talking a bit louder than I was before.

"No. Now, either you want a ride or you don't. Because I'm 87 percent sure you don't have a ride home. Either that or you don't have a home to go to," he says, crossing his arms.

"I'm appalled you would think that! Of course I have a home! And I can walk, for your information," I say, mimicking him by crossing my arms also.

"Oh really? A, I'm guessing, 19 year old girl walking home by herself late at night?" he says, and I can't see it, but I can sense he rolls his eyes.

"I'm not 19 first of all. I'm 21. And second of all, I can walk if I want to," I say, rolling my eyes right back at him.

"Aww, 21. Such a big difference," he says, sarcastically.

I flip the bird at him and begin to walk away, but he walks right behind me and picks me up, draping me over his shoulder.

"Put me down!" I yell, kicking my legs against his chest and pounding my fists on his back.

"Nope. I don't like the idea of you walking home by yourself, so you're getting in my car whether you like it or not," he says, and just continues to walk like my kicking and punching did nothing.

"I'm pretty sure me getting in a stranger's car is less safe than me walking home by myself at night!" I almost say, but I just keep my mouth shut. Don't want to make this stranger mad at me.

After a while of walking, I eventually stop resisting, and we reach a stopping point. He sets me down and opens the passenger seat car door for me, and I reluctantly get into the car and shut the door. He goes around the front of the car and gets in the driver's seat, and starts the car with the press of a button.

"I'm Michael. Not telling you my last name," he says, turning towards me and taking his hood off. I am utterly surprised when I see his face, because I didn't imagine him to be such a quintessential example of human perfection.

"Reagan. Reagan Middleton," I say, turning to face forward so I don't get too distracted by his utterly perfect face.

"I would ask you to tell me about yourself, but I don't have time for that. What's your home address?" he says, looking forward also and putting his hands on the steering wheel, the car still stationary. "Seeming as I live by myself, I'm not telling you," I say, propping my elbow on the arm rest on the door to the car, and putting my chin in my palm. "Fine then. I guess we're going to my house," he says, and I just stare out of the window. "I guess so," I say, and he sets off.

"We're here. Get out," he says, being a tad bit too demanding. I unbuckle my seatbelt and open the door, stepping out of the car. As soon as I see the absolutely humongous mansion we're parked in front of, I gasp. It's... beautiful.

"My house. Come. Now," he says, getting more and more demanding by the second. I can tell he's used to giving orders to people. "Ok... umm," I say, very reluctantly going with him inside the house. This might be the worst mistake I've ever made in my life, but I don't care. I'm just glad that I have a nice place to stay tonight that isn't my tiny apartment.

"Nicholas! Drake! Downstairs, now! Don't make me wait!" he yells as soon as we get into the absolutely huge living room/foyer. Two other guys come into the room, and their eyes widen when they see me.

"Michael, who is this?" one asks, and I think that he's Nicholas. The other one, Drake I presume, just stares at me with wide eyes.

"Guys, this is Reagan," Michael says, motioning to me. I give a slight wave and both of the other guys smile at me. Those bright white smiles could kill. All three of these guys are so... perfect. They have that allure that I'm attracted to, part of the reason that I got into the car with Michael in the first place. That and he literally forced me get into the car, of course.

"Reagan, are you going to say anything?" Michael asks, looking over at me. I snap back to reality, and warmth rushes to my cheeks. "Oh... yeah. Umm...," I say, looking around the room. It's absolutely huge, but nothing compared to the size of the whole mansion. From what I saw on the outside, it was absolutely ginormous. And for only three guys? They much be rich. Who am I kidding, it's obvious they are!

"You look... tired. Come, I'll show you to your room," Michael says, taking me by the arm and pulling me upstairs with him. He leads me down a long hallway, takes a few turns, and then stops at a door. "Your room," he says, and opens the door, pushing me into the room. I look back at him, he smiles at me, and then shuts the door. Wow, Michael, you are great at hospitality (cue the sarcasm).

The room is absolutely... beautiful. I walk around it, taking in all of it. I stop at the dresser, checking the drawers. Somehow, the drawers are all full with girls clothing, and all of them are in my size! Weird. I mean, even the bras and underwear that are there are in my size. Now that's... somewhat creepy. Either they've been stalking me or this is some kind of coincidence. Most likely the latter, because if the former was true... I shake the thought out of my head and continue looking around the room.

I go into the bathroom connecting to the room, and I gasp when I see the jacuzzi sized bathtub and the shower that could fit literally 15 people in it. Wow. This house is amazing.

I decide I need to bathe, so I gently turn the bath tap to the hot side and plug the drain, leaving it running. While that runs I go choose out the pajamas that I'm going to wear. I think I really like it here. I'm going to have to tell my best friends, Sierra and Kristen, about this. But for now, I need to just survive tonight.

The Next Morning

I wake up, forgetting where I am for a second. When I finally realize that I'm still at Michael's house, I get out of bed and hurriedly throw on some real clothing. I run out of the room and try and remember my way out, and luckily I find my way to the stairwell. I then run down it, not paying any attention to my surroundings, and immediately run into something hard. I look up and see that I ran straight into... Michael! Oh no...

"Reagan, Princess, what are you doing up already? It's only 6am," he says, gently putting a hand on my cheek and then on my forehead like he's checking if I have a fever. "I have to get out of here," I say, trying to run away from him. He holds me still so I can't run, but I continually try and break out of his grasp. "Oh no. You're not going anywhere-" he says, and that's when I realize, I done fucked up.

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So, that was the first chapter of my newest story, The Badass Brothers! I sure do hope you liked it, and I would love it if you put your opinions in the comments section. It makes my day when I see people have commented on my stories.

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Until Next Time,
-Lydia 💖🌈🌸🦄🎶