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Chapter 3

Christian was working in his work room, when Anastasia walked in without knocking. Christian looked up from his work and met Ana's worried face. He immediately stood up and walked to her. His heart just couldn't take a view of sad Ana's face.

"Baby," He whispered, kissing on top of her head. "What's wrong?" He asked, wrapping his hands around her and stroking her back.

"Isabelle didn't come back, Christian," She said, pulling away. Christian's face immediately got serious. He turned around and walked back to his desk. Sitting down, he grabbed some papers and started reading them. He literally ignored Ana. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Ana asked, loudly.

"I'm sure everything is fine with her," Christian simply replied. "If you don't mind, I have some work to do. I would like to be alone," He stated.

Ana's eyes widened. She could already fell tears streaming down her face. She knew Christian had issues, he had another view of the world but she couldn't understand how he managed to be so cold with his own biological daughter. At that moment Ana realized why Isabelle thought that Christian didn't love her.

"You're an asshole, Christian. I'm going home," Ana's words made Christian look up from his papers but she wasn't there anymore. She rushed out of the room shutting the door behind herself. She was really furious about the way Christian acted.

She quickly walked to the hallway and grabbed her coat. She could hear Christian's steps, so she quickly walked out of the apartment and entered the elevator. She needed to escape from him. She couldn't be at the same room with person who treated his daughter the way Christian did.

Anastasia stepped out of the building and sighed. Maybe she overreacted? One side of her wanted to come back and apologize, but the other was really happy for what she did. Maybe it will make him think about his behavior.

Although it was already dark, Ana decided to take a walk. She had to think about everything that had happening during the last month. From first meeting, she felt something to Christian. She couldn't describe what it was. It may be love but she wasn't sure because she had never been in love with someone before. Despite the fact that they had known each other just for a few months, she couldn't imagine her life without him. But the way he acted with Isabelle made her think about everything again. Perhaps she believed in him too much? Maybe he wasn't the person she imagined?

"Damn," She cursed. Everything was so difficult. Why couldn't she fall in love with someone more easier?

She continued walking, until she saw a shadow. She looked closer to the shadow and gasped. It was a human. And if she was right, the human was laying on the ground. Anastasia immediately rushed to the person and she was right: it was a human. A girl to be exact.

"Isabelle?" Anastasia gasped as she walked closer and saw a familiar face. She immediately kneeled to the girl and started shaking her but the response she got was just a quiet cry. "Isabelle, come on, look at me," Ana asked.

Isabelle lifted her gaze for a second and met Ana's eyes but after that second, she started sobbing even more. Ana managed to sit Isabelle up, and to Ana's surprise, as soon as Isabelle was sat up, she hugged Ana tightly and cried. Ana sighed and hugged Isabelle too, trying not to try.

After a few minutes, Isabelle calmed a little bit though some tears were still running down her cheeks.

"You're going to get sick. Let's go, okay?" Anastasia suggested carefully. She didn't want to make Isabelle cry again.

"I don't want to go home," Isabelle whispered and wiped away the tears. She looked up at the sky, and no matter how hard she tried to stay strong, she broke down again. She remembered Elena's words about her mom, and that no one loved her. No one needed her.

"Hey," Ana said, wrapping her hands around Isabelle. "Shh, it's going to be alright, okay? We can go to my place. We can have a cup of coffee and talk about something what would make you feel better, what do you think?" She tried to get a positive answer but Isabelle just shook her head.

"I don't want to go anywhere… I want to die…"

"Wow, no way," Ana almost shouted. "We're going to my place, that's it." Ana grabbed Isabelle's hand and started to almost drag her.

"Come in," Anastasia unlocked the door and opened them widely. Isabelle doubted for a moment but then stepped inside. Ana followed her and stepped inside too. "Let's go to the kitchen, I will make us a tea, okay?" She suggested and locked the door.

Isabelle didn't feel comfortable there. Despite everything what was killing her in her head, she felt bad even more because she thought that Ana hated her. She had no reason to think so, but she just felt so.

"Do you want coffee or tea?" Ana asked and poured water into the kettle. Isabelle sat down on the chair in the kitchen quietly and looked down at her hands.

"Tea, please," She said quietly. Ana gave her a small smile and nodded her head turning to the kettle. Everything was so uncomfortable. Ana had no idea what to say to Isabelle, but she tried her best to keep a conversation.

"So," Anastasia sat down in front of Isabelle and looked at the girl. She wanted to ask what happened to Isabelle but she didn't ask about it, she didn't want to ruin their first conversation. "I should call your father…"

"No, no, please, don't call Christian. I don't want to see him," Isabelle shook her head repeatedly as the tears filled her eyes again. She couldn't see him right now. Not after she had learned the truth about what really happened.

"Okay," Ana nodded and stood up to turn off the kettle. She decided that it's better to wait until Isabelle will call down completely, then she would call Christian… Or maybe she would call Grace because after all Christian didn't care about Isabelle anyway.

Anastasia sat down again and looked at Isabelle, who was crying again. The girl looked somewhere away as the tears rolled down her cheeks as a waterfall. It broke Ana's heart. She didn't know Isabelle well but she already cared for her and seeing her like that hurt Ana.

"Hey, baby, don't cry," Anastasia said and walked to Isabelle. She hugged the girl tightly and Isabelle immediately broke down into sobs. No one had hugged her like that. And it was all she needed. A tight hug could turn her life around but no one had done that. No one was there for her, and suddenly Ana, a girl, who Isabelle didn't like very much at first, was the one who could change her life.

After a few minutes, Isabelle calmed down. She, unwillingly, pulled away from Ana. Isabelle wiped away the tears from her cheeks and smiled to Ana. Ana returned the smile and sat down to her previous seat. Pushing the cup of tea to Isabelle, Ana suggested to drink the tea.

"Let's talk about something, shall we?" Ana suggested as both of them finished drinking their tea. Isabelle shrugged and looked around again.

"How… How did you meet Christian?" Isabelle asked, making Anastasia smile. It was a story, which Ana could tell with pleasure.

"I interviewed him for student's magazine. And then, I saw him a few more times and somehow we ended up together. Although I don't really know what is happening between us because one day he acts like he feels something to me but other he acts like I'm nothing to him… It's very confusing," Ana breathed out, "But love is worth fighting," She added and looked at Isabelle with a smile on her face.

"How long do you know each other?"

"Three months, I guess, but I'm not really sure. Time with him runs so fast, I lost count," Ana said, smiling.

"Oh, I wish the same would be to me. He hates me…" Isabelle whispered and looked down at her hands. She didn't want to cry again, so she immediately asked another question. "Do you live here alone?"

"No, I live here with my friend Kate. She's dating your uncle Elliot."

"Oh my God. Damn, I didn't know Elliot was dating someone. But, on the other hand, it's Elliot, it's not a surprise," Isabelle laughed. Ana couldn't help but smile widely: she heard Isabelle laughing for the first time and she couldn't be happier.

Later that evening, after a long conversation about everything, Isabelle fell asleep in the living room. Ana quietly closed the door and let Isabelle sleep. She deserved rest after such a long and stressing day.

Anastasia walked to the kitchen and took her phone. She started dialing Christian's number but then quickly deleted it. Christian wasn't worth knowing where Isabelle is. Ana shook her head and dialed Grey's house number.

It didn't take a second until Grace picked up.

"Isabelle is with me," Ana said, calming a very nervous Grace down. Christian had already told to Grey's that Isabelle ran away but he hadn't explained why she did that.

"Thank you, God. When Christian told Isabelle was missing I thought I will never see her again…. Is she okay?" Grace sighed.

"Yes, she's fine. She's sleeping right now. I will bring her to your house tomorrow in the morning, okay?"

"Sure." Grace said and paused for a moment. "Thank you, Ana, thank you for everything," She added and hanged up.

Ana smile, putting her phone to the kitchen cupboard. She sighed and walked to her room to rest a little bit too. After all, it was a long day for her too.