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"We should go to bed," I mumbled.

"We could stay here?" Isabelle replied. Right now I was resting my head on her shoulder having told her about my father.

I don't understand why he couldn't just watch me be happy or something. When he realized Isabelle was making me happy, he started to hate her.

He's nothing but a bastard and a monster.

"Nah. Let's go," I said pulling my head off.

She sighed and stood up stretching her arm to me. I smiled and took her hand standing up. I staggered and soon found my bearing with Isabelle resting her body on me.

I smiled at her. God, I love this woman. I took her hand and we walked up the stairs.

Soon we reached the bedroom and I saw her phone on the bed and a pillow- my pillow against the bedboard.

I tilted my head looking at my pillow and turned to her. I saw her look at the pillow then her eyes widened as she blushed scarlet looking at her feet.

I chose not the tease her about it as I kissed her hair and walked to the bathroom to have a show