Ash's POV
I was relived when my dad's car wasn't in the drive way. I ran in and put his cereal in the cupboard, then walked back outside. I got in the mysterious guy's car and played with the end of my sleeves and kept my head down.
"So what's your name?" I heard the man say.
"Ash" I said barely above a whisper.
"Pretty name for a pretty girl" I blushed, "Well my name's Jack" I nodded, suddenly realizing that I had gotten in a car with a stranger that I barely knew and I had no idea if he was just like dad or not. I started to fidget even more and I think he realized what I was thinking because I heard him say, "Hey its ok. Im not gonna hurt. I promise." I just nodded and continued to look at my hands.
Jack's POV
When we got to her house I watched as she went inside to put get groceries up then came out and slide into the passengers seat and kept her head down and played with the end of her sleeves. I decided to be the one to start the conversation since it seemed like she wasn't going to anytime soon. "So what's your name?"
"Ash" it was so quiet that I had to strain my ears to hear her, but I did and I thought that her voice sounded like that of an angel.
"Pretty name for a pretty girl" I said and loved how she blushed, loved how I made her blush, loved how much cuter she was when she blushed. "Jake" I said and watch her nodded in acknowledgment, and I figured that I loved when she did that too. Then I was snapped out of my thoughts when she started to fidget more and I could tell that she started to realize that she had gotten in a car with a complete stranger. So to calm her I said, "Hey its ok. Im not gonna hurt you. I promise." She seemed to relax a little but was still tense. When we got to my house all my brothers were standing outside and still hadn't noticed her, and I heard one yell, "Where the hell have you been."
Sorry for any spelling mistakes I wrote this while watching a football game and being utterly confused.
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WerewolfAsh looked like your typical 16 year old girl, but she was abused by one of the people who was suppose to love her unconditionally, her father. It started when she was 8. She has straight black hair and bright hazel eyes that are sad and hold many s...