Aspen Tate had everything; wealthy parents, all the newest trends, popularity, good grades, the hottest boy in school and the best friends anyone could ask for. But her life isn't as perfect ad it seems. When her world starts to fall apart, who will...
"What is this?" My father yells, eyes practically falling out of his skull. Issac frantically shuffles off me and pulls me to my feet. "Nothing." I say quietly, look at the floor. Isaacs hand slips into mine and he sends me a small smile. "It didn't look like nothing to me! You're just like your brother, bringing someone else home every night. You just broke up with Axel, and you're already onto this one? You little whore." Isaacs grip on my hand tightens. "It's not like that." I mumble. My father scoffs. "Sure. Get him out of my house." I turn towards the door, Isaac following me. "Not you." He snaps. "The boy." I turn to face him. "No." I say bluntly. "No?" My father ask, his face growing red. "You heard me. No. Do you need me to spell it out? N. O." I say, finding my confidence. Smoke is almost coming out of his ears as he glowers at me. "You little bitch. Disrespecting me. Bringing this toy of a boy home. What are you trying to do?" He sneers. "Trying to get away from you and this hell im in." I reply. My father steps forward and slaps me across the cheek, a sting rising instantly. I let go of Isaacs hand and clutch my cheek. I hear a groan and look up. Isaac has punched my father and he's now on the floor. "Don't you ever touch her again." He sneers at him, before taking my hand and pulling me from the house.
Isaac wraps his arms around me as I shake. "I'm so sorry, Aspen. I had no idea he was like that." He murmurs, his hand tuning down the back of my head. "I-it's ok. Y-you couldn't have k-known." I reply. "No. But you could've told me." He retorts. I pull away from him. "I didn't want to. And that's exactly why," I gesture back to the house. "I didn't want you getting involved or hurt. I can handle him." I say quietly, looking at the floor. Isaac notices this and sighs. "I'm sorry. Look, I'm just mad at your idiot father. I could've been there to help before, but I wasn't. And that's really annoying." He says. I look up at him and shake my head. "It's fine. Thank you, but I should go back." I say, turning back towards the house. I feel a hand on my arm and turn back to Isaac. "No. You're going to come with me. I can't let you stay here." His eyes locked on mine. I shake my head. "I can't. He will come after you, just like he did with Mikey." He shakes his head frantically. "I don't care. I can't let you get hurt. You have to come. Please." His ocean eyes widening. He looks like a lost little puppy and I can't help but give in. "Fine. But only for the night. Then I come back." His face lights up. "Ok. Yeah. Let's go." He starts walking away and I roll my eyes, following.
"So how far away do you live?" I ask. "Just near the school. Do you know the little vintage cafe across the road?" He asks and I nod, remembering this morning. "It's just around the corner from that." "Cool. I went to the cafe this morning. It's so cute." "Well, since you're staying tonight, we could go there for breakfast?" He asks, a shy smile on his face. I fake gasp. "Isaac Finley! Are you asking me on a date?" He blushes. "Oh. Yeah, maybe." He rubs the back of his neck. "Well then. Yes, I would be delighted!" I smile. He looks at me. "Really?" He asks in disbelief. I nod. "Unless you don't want to, then that's fine." I say, turning away. "No! No, no. I definitely want to. If you do." I laugh. "I've already said yes, you weirdo." He smiles sheepishly.
—————————— A/N Do you think her father will do something to Isaac?
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