Ethan's POV
~Flash back~
"Where is it kid?" The guy yelled at me "I-I don't have have it right now. Maybe you should come back later?" I stuttered.
The man ran towards me and connected his fist to my jaw. I flew back from the impact. He picked me up and threw me against the wall. I cried out in pain, and tears started flowing down my cheeks.
"Aw are you crying?" The man said mockingly. "Do you want me to call your mommy? Oh wait she's dead." He threw his head back in laughter.
"Fuck you." I screamed out. "FUCK YOU." I screamed even louder. "FUCK YOU!" My voice started to fade as I screamed at the top of my lungs. I dropped to my knees and cried. "Pathetic son of a bitch." The man sneered.
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Anastasia's POV
We pull into the driveway of my multi-million dollar home. I tap on the kids shoulder and realize I don't even know his name.
He drearily opens his eyes and I wave my hand in front of his face.
"Hey. What's your name." I rudely ask.
He blinks a few more times and looks straight into my eyes.
"It's Ethan." He states.
I snort and look away from him.
"Well Ethan, are you going inside or not." I glare
Sarah tugs a piece of my hair.
"Hey! What was that for!?" I yell at her.
She shakes her head.
"Play nice Ana." She points.
I roll my eyes and step out of the car, heels in one hand. Shopping bags thrown on Ethan.
"Are you coming." I look back to him as I walk up the stairs to the house.
My house was pretty nice. It was a 4 story with a basement and attic. Pillars on each side of the stairs with a one miles driveway with a circle parking area with a four car garage.
Ethan talks to Sarah for a moment until she drives away then runs up the steps to catch up with me. We walk into the main foyer and I look to him.
"I'm going to go talk to my dad loser. Stay in here." I say pointing to the living room.
He stares at me and rolls his eyes. I turned around, and ran up the steps to find my father.
I walk into his office and knock on the door while I stand in the doorway.
"Dad?" I say softly, my walls coming down.
He look up at me and grumbles.
"What do you want?" He mumbles as he continues typing away on his computer.
"Well Dad, I was wondering if I could borrow the lake house for a few months."
I manage to squeak out looking down at my feet.
I hear the typing stop and him look to me.
"Well I guess I wouldn't have to worry about boys coming over because you're ugly and morbidly obese. So I guess." He says looking through his desk for something.
"Oh. Thank you dad! I-" I'm cut off mid-sentence.
"Yeah whatever. Here's two pairs of keys and a credit card. Pack your bags. I better not see you for a long while." He growls as he throws the keys and card at me going back to his work. I flinch away from him.
