Isabelle Hart never fit in, being bullied daily at school and working nonstop to pay off your mothers drug debt wasn't the best thing a 17 year old wanted to do in their last year of high school.
What happens when Isabelle is assigned to work as a...
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~ Isabelle ~
I suck in a breath before knocking on Caden's door, my heart rate increasing as my nerves rise.
" Come in." His usual deep voice mutters and I chew my lip nervously as I slowly open the door.
The room was dimly lit, and I fan my eyes over the room until they land on Caden who was leaned back on the couch, his face covered in fresh blood.
I stand there, my lips parted in shock at the sight of him. He looked beat up, bad.
" Y...your all bloody." I say, holding my stuff closer to me as I stay a good distance away. By good distance I meant staying near the door.
" Come here." He says, his eyes watching me carefully from where I stood. I widen my eyes, pointing to myself before noticing I was the only one he could be talking to.
Swallowing the lump in my throat I slowly walk up to Caden, stopping when I'm standing in front of his sat down frame on the couch.
" W...what do you want?" I whisper, shifting in my spot at the way he'd been looking at me.
" Clean this up for me." He says, pointing to his face. I purse my lips in contemplation, but decide to be the nice one seeing he must've been in pain.
I nod my head, hesitantly walking towards the bathroom where all the first aid kits had been in the same place.
I also grab a small cloth, wetting it with warm water before preparing myself for what I'd have to do.
I walk up to Caden who's eyes looked darker then usual as he watched me.
" Aren't you going to sit?" He asks me, and I feel myself flush red as I look at the spot next to him on the couch.
" O...on the couch?" I ask nervously.
" You can come on my lap if you don't want the couch." Caden says, a smirk playing on his face. I feel my entire face heat up at his words before quickly sitting on the couch beside him.
" N...no, this is fine." I say, avoiding eye contact with him as I fold the towel smaller.
I had to get closer to clean the blood off his face.
I look down at the towel in my hands, taking a deep breath in before looking back up and moving to sit closer to Caden.
I could feel his burning eyes on mine in every direction I moved as if his eyes had magnets on me.
