Enter Miguel

As you gain consciousness, you notice the soft touch of leather under you, the comforting feel of a blanket on your skin. The smell of eggs in the air. What's going on here?

You attempt to open your eyes, and all you see is a blur of light that you assume is the sun. As your vision cleared, you see now that the supposed sun is actually the light of a living room ceiling light which lighted the room with an artificial yellow glow. You now know that you're in someone's home, but not yours. You don't have a home.

You sit up from the comfort of the leather under you, to see your surroundings. You suddenly feel a piercing pain in your skull.

"Shit...", you hiss to yourself, grabbing your head with your arm. "What happened, my head is killing me".

You look around to see where you are. You have no idea.

The room you were in was seemingly the living room of the house. Right across from you was the flat screen TV which caught your attention the moment you started looking around. The HD TV was a rich black, the edges of the TV shining ever so elegantly in the artificial light. The wooden floor had a semi-large mat in the center of the living area where a wooden table rested. You look at the white walls of the room and saw several different colorful antiques and trinkets. You look on the shelf just above the TV and saw pictures of a wrestler with a tiger head and a woman in a pink and white leotard. Once your done looking around, you re-notice the sizzling of eggs and the smell of bacon. You slowly peek your head over the brown leather couch you laid on to see who the fantastic chef was making the delights.

You see a woman with brown low pig tail braids going down to her mid-back. She wore a white T-shirt and Blue jeans with nothing but socks on her feet. She seemed to be making breakfast. For you? You begin to smirk to yourself. It feels like your in some type of porno movie. Man wakes up in some women's house to find her cooking breakfast for you. I mean, who is this twin braided women anywa-

Wait.

Your eyes explode to the realization of your situation.

'Twin braids!'

You suddenly realize who this woman is. She the woman you tried to mug that night. Is it still night? What time is it anyways?

You look out the window. The sky is dim but Fairly bright. Morning time.

You look back at the woman. You don't remember what happen after you tried to mug her. It all happened so fast. You only remember there being some type of struggle, but that's it. You don't know how you got here, who brought you here, or why she's here cooking breakfast so casually. Did you do something with this woman? You're not staying to find out.

You ignore the piercing pain and slowly remove the blankets off your bandaged body. Bandages? She catered to your injuries as well? INDURIES? This day just gets worse and worse. You notice your arm is bandaged as well as your back and the top of your head. You try not to think about it too much, but the pain is so bad. What happened? You get off the leather couch making little to no noise getting up. You look around some more now standing. You finally see the door and slowly limp towards it. Just as you were making your first few steps to the door you hear the woman speak.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

You flinch at the woman's words mid-step and cringe. You turn your head slowly, furrowing your brow at the woman in embarrassment of getting caught. She didn't even turn around. You didn't make all that much noise, how did she hear you?

"Your injuries are really bad, you wouldn't survive out there. Besides, I made you food. I know you're hungry, I can see your ribs."

You look to your stomach and scrutinize. She was right. You haven't eaten very well after the incident. You're usually stealing from corner stores to get by now, and since nobody wants a bum as well as a thief as a worker, you're kinda screwed. Even so you lie through your teeth.

"I'll be fine." You say begrudgingly.

"No you won't" says the woman nonchalantly, still cooking.

"Yes. I will." You say sternly

"No. You won't." Says the woman, mimicking your way of responding. "Now stop arguing like a little child and sit down!"

The woman turns around, a steaming spatula in her right hand.

"Sit!" she points with the spatula to the chair in the dinning table between the living room and the kitchen.

You get a look at her face. She had a right bang separated from the hair tied back in the ponytails, her brown eyes seemed bigger behind her black outlined glasses, her tanned face plagued by a few freckles on her slightly chubby cheeks. She seemed like a friendly person, someone who wouldn't cause too much damage at least.

You decide to sit in the dining table just over the couch you were in. You sit on one of the wooden chairs, grumbling the whole way. You slouch on the chair with your legs widely spread, your elbows resting on your knees.

The woman grunted as she saw how you presented yourself.

"After breakfast, you need to take a shower."

"Says who?" you moan with an attitude.

"Says the woman who may or may not feed you!" She responds, giving the same amount of lip as you.

She turns around again.

"You know, you have a lot of attitude for a grown man." she says, pointing the spatula at you, hand on hip. "First you try to mug me, now you give me attitude!?" She flails her hand with the spatula. "God!", she huffs.

You're not proud of the things you do, but its all you can do after you lost everything.

After you lost her...

Ever since, you couldn't deal with yourself. You look down to your feet eyes partially closed.

The woman sighs as she walks towards you.

"I'm sorry", she gives you a plate of eggs and bacon, "Here. I'm not the best cook but it's better than nothing."

You look at the steaming plate and realize how hungry you really are. Your mouth begins to water and your stomach growls with anxiety. The woman moves her hand to your face with something metal in them. You look at her hand to find a metal fork held lazily on the handle. You look up to the woman's face. She gives a warm smile. You slowly take the fork and give an uneasy smirk.

"Thank you." you voice lowly.

"mhm!" she hums in a high pitched voice.

She walks to the other side of the glass table and sits down, food-in-hand. She places the food down.

You don't hesitate to begin engulf the meal. Bite after bite, you scarf the food down.

"Are you even tasting my food?" she says jokingly.

"At some point, yeah." you reply voice muffled by food.

She laughs in her throat, but then she looks a little more serious, her hands intertwined resting on her lips.

For a while, there was nothing but the sound of forks scraping plates as the two continued to eat their eggs and bacon until the tan-skinned girl broke the silence with a question.

"Do you remember what happened last night?"

You choke on the bacon you previously put in your mouth. Did she mean when you robbed her? Of course she meant that, what else. You swallow hard.

"Um, yeah, bought that I-"

"I should be the one apologizing", the woman interrupts.

"Why?" you question, head tilted to the side in confusion.

"You don't remember much, do you."

"Why, what happened?"

"Well then in that case, you should apologize to me." The woman said closing her eyes nonchalantly as she scraped a piece of egg from her plate and placed it in her mouth to chew.

"For what!?" you belt.

"For MUGGING ME!" she shouts as if it weren't obvious.

Oh man... she's really angry about that. But... what choice did you have. You were desperate. You haven't had a home since you were 15... you're in your 20's now. 25 to be exact. It's a very sad story with a very sad ending, but that's for another time.

"I'm sorry." You breath out. You turn your head to the side to look at the wooden floor in shame. Even after you tried to mug her and steal every last thing she had on herself that night, she still takes you in and offers you a hot meal. You continue to stare at the floor and avoid eye contact at all cost. You curly hair hung over your eyes.

The woman sighed.

"By the way, my name's Julia Chang, and you?"

"Miguel, Miguel Caballero Rojo" you say with your accent.

"Did I sense a hint of pride in that name?"

"Just a bit"

The woman chuckles a rich laugh that makes you give a lopsided smirk.

You look with more seriousness.

"Look, I'm not a pity case", you say bluntly, "I can leave, and you can forget you ever me-"

"And where would you go..." The woman interrupts, eyes closed, lifting a glass of water to drink.

A pause...

Julia gets up from her seat and walks towards the kitchen half way, hands-on-hips,.

"Oh no, your my responsibility now." The woman turns around to face you. You are completely struck with confusion, and it's apparent on your face. The woman explains.

"I'm not going to leave you, knowing what you will end up doing if I do...", she folds her hands and looks to her left.

"I will never turn my back on anyone again..." she whispers this under her breath but you can hear it with clarity. What has this woman gone through? You admit you have done things you are not proud of, but it seems so has she... and she has made it plainly obvious that she cares for your well being and wants to help you... something a person hasn't done for you in a long time. You get up from your wooden chair, using your hands to push up from your black pants.

You look at the woman

"Ok, I'll let you help me I guess?" You shrug.

The woman give you a tilt-headed smirk; her hands on her hips.

"That does sound strange, doesn't it? But it is what it is I guess." The woman reaches into a plastic bag that was near the door, and gives you various clothing including an unbuttoned red shirt, a pair of black jeans and a pair of brown pointed toe shoes.

"This is all I could get for you for now, you better make use for it." the woman demands.

You look at the clothing puzzled. "Now What?"

"There yours do whatever you want with them, but before you do anything with them, you need to take a shower. In fact, do it now.

The woman holds her noes. You are used to the smell, but you probably smell downright awful.

You take the woman's advice and she directs you to the guests bathroom up the stairs down the hall to the right.

She leaves you and you close and lock the door. You begin to take off your red half buttoned shirt so your whole upper body is now bare. You look at the counter to your right. You see her toothbrush and her toothpaste in a small marble cup in the corner and a bowl-shaped sink in the center but closer to the edge so you can wash your hands comfortably. You look in the mirror that was fixated on the wall where the counter resides. You look at your head, your hair more specifically. It was extremely curly and not well maintained, but you think it looks good on you. Moving down to your face, you look at your messy facial hair; a 5:00 shadow that didn't look any way attractive at all. Luckily, you make sure your body is in full shape, at least you try to. Your chest was bold and muscular and your abs were tight, but you haven't been eating well. You look a little more closely, and you can see your muscles are starting to deflate and your ribs are sticking out of your body. It makes you wonder what this woman thinks of you. Does she consider you a pity case, or is it something else? "Women are so confusing sometimes", you agree with yourself. You begin taking off your pants and boxers. You realize how much holes and dirt and grime you carried on your clothing, and you never considered trying to get it off. Your honestly quite embarrassed to even look like that in a woman's household. Maybe you should put on those clothes she bought for you, she actually might be expecting you to now that you think about it. Your body now bare of clothing, you flip the curtains and enter the bathtub. You turn the shower nob on hot and your greeted with an icy cold blizzard shower. You scream to the top of your lungs and flip out.

"FUCK!" You immediately turn the nob all the way to the supposed cold and are greeted with a blazing flame of water.

"AHHHHG!." This isn't going so well for you. You go to the wall where the shower spray was dispersing the liquid flame. You take the opportunity to adjust the shower to a comfortable warm. You can finally take your shower. You can hear faint but obvious sounds of laughter downstairs. If it weren't for your tan brown skin, you would be hot red right now. You grumble a bit as you scrub your body, and try to ignore the sounds of hysterical laughter.

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**If you haven't noticed, Character changes will be frequent so there isn't really any one character I'm focusing on, just know I will give everyone I put in the story a story line, or at least I'll try.

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