(Ethan's pov)
11th of December 2017
I check her blood pressure and oxygen level and sure enough she's fine.
(Rose's POV)
12/12/2017
Ethan had just cheked me and had told me his cure was actually working I felt more full of energy and ready to do anything, with Mishka by my sied of corse.
Today was pretty could so I wrapped myself up in my big black coat with my purple hat, scarf and gloves.
I get out the door and go for a walk with Mishka by my sied.
It felt good to be some what indapendant again, I'd realied on my dad for everything before.
"Rose Winters?" A nysterious man questiond.
"Yes, who are you?" I ask.
"Nathan, huge fan." He steps towards me.
He grabs my wrist places his hand over my mouth and chucks me in a van.
The ried to wherever they were taking me was bumpy and uncomfortable.
I tried to look for my phone but that sneeky bastard took it.
"Let's call your fioncé shall we?" The guy stepped into the back of the van with my phone in his hand and sat on one of the wheel cavaties.
"Ethan, if you want your little lady back I suggest you convince my perants to talk to me." He barganed.
"Auntie milly and uncle Morgan will never talk to a low life like you! Let my fioncée go or you'll have to deal with me cousin." Ethan warned.
"Not gonna happen cuz, you know what you have to do to get her back just like I know you will do whatever it takes to get her back." Nathan hung up the phone.
"Why dudn't you tell me who you really are?" I hiss.
"Would you have belived me?" He huffed.
"Proably not, because you are nothing like him." I hiss.
"You want to know why that is? Because my perants didn't love me, his loved him and look what he did to them, drove them apart." Nathan snaped.
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