Chapter 3

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Isabella's pov

"Oh it's nothing I'm fine" I lied like hell but I don't think I could tell him truth. "Isabella your not fine has someone been hurting you?" I really wanted to just spill to him, I felt like I could trust him.

"Ethan my mom hits me when I don't do what she asks. But not like normal punishment more of abuse" I say honestly with my voice cracking slightly.

"Your not going back there are you?" He asks "I have no choice until I find somewhere else to stay" I state "Your staying with me I'm not letting you go back there" he tells me while helping me off the bathroom floor.

Does he actually care about me?
I mean he saved from that guy now from my mom. It's like this guy is my miracle. I still don't know how to react to him though.

I informed Jessica and Chloe about the situation and they understood.

So Ethan drove me to his home, it was huge, bigger than anything I could ever afford, like dang.

"Are you rich or is this house inherited?" I ask curiously "Well for now you can just say I'm rich" although when he said that though it sounded more like a question than an answer, at least to me

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"Are you rich or is this house inherited?" I ask curiously "Well for now you can just say I'm rich" although when he said that though it sounded more like a question than an answer, at least to me.

We walked inside and it was even more beautiful than the outside. In the center of the living room there was a big chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

"This place is amazing I would never leave if it was mine" I said "Well I'm the only one who lives here so I gets a bit- "lonely" I finished his sentence for him I knew he would never admit he's lonely here, he seems like the kind of guy that rarely states his feelings.

So we sat down at the dinner table and Ethan cooked for me. I mean he can cook to, turns out he can make good food. Honestly I don't think a guy that cooks is any less manly.

"Tell me more about you" he states "Ok but you have to tell me more about you to" I say "Alright, your favorite color?" "Purple" I reply "Black, ok your turn" he says "What do you do for a living?" I ask curiously. 

It was weird with that question he froze up as if he didn't know what to say to me.

"I'm a business person" he replies "Ok, well I don't have a job yet" so yeah, we asked a few more questions and ate as we chatted.

"Your room is that one" he says as I walk in a fairly large room. 

"Thanks Ethan" I state "It's not a problem baby girl

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"Thanks Ethan" I state "It's not a problem baby girl." He states before turning to walk off.

"Hey Ethan where's your room at?" I say as he turns back to me  "Down the hall" he replies "Well I'm still kind of worried and scared of someone finding me, so could you stay?" I ask anxiously "Yes, I'll stay with you" He says.

Once we got in the bed and laid down. Then I felt Ethan wrap his arms around me I accepted it and laid my head on his chest, I felt safe in his arms and I felt protected for the first time in forever.

"Good night baby girl" "Good night Ethan" I reply before letting darkness take over.

I can't help but wonder why does he call me baby girl. Does he like me or is it just a nickname?
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Author's note
Hey guys hope you enjoy this chapter. I'm thinking about putting the next chapter in Ethan's point of view. So hope you guys enjoy, feel free to ever ask any questions in the comments
Have a great day. ☺❤

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