Made With Love ✔

Chapter 6: Dr. Fields

----Brooklyn's POV:

After about 30 minutes, Vanessa woke up. The first thing she said was,

" Did you get hurt?"

"No, I'm fine. I can't say the same about you. How long were you fighting them off?" He asked her.

"Well, when I shrieked, they had taken the gag out of my mouth, to attempt to tie me down. They had started punching and kicking as soon as they started. I was already tired, so I couldn't really do anything. Maybe 10 minutes before you got there." She informed us. Her head was facing towards him, so I don't think she noticed me, but once she heard my ringtone, she knew I was there. I ignored the phone call and asked her the question of the day,

"V, how far did they get?"

She looked at me and whispered,

"Real close. Closer than in the limo."

"They had stripped her down to her undergarments. Vince was probably an inch away from touching..."Lance trailed off, not wanting to finish his sentence.

Vanessa nodded her head slowly, biting her lip.

"Well, I can't delay this forever. Vanessa, would you prefer I call a doctor to check you or I can."

"NO, don't call anyone!" She exclaimed, startling us both.

Lance looked at me to explain.

"She doesn't want anyone to hear of this. Especially her overprotective parents. It took 2 years to convince them to let her live on-campus. They call every week, same day, same time. Speaking of which, don't they usually call-" I was cut off by Vanessa's phone ringing.

"Shoot, that's them. Don't tell them anything. I'll just talk to them like I'm baking. Could someone get the phone? Don't say anything, but answer it." She told us. Lance quickly grabbed the phone from the side-table, answered it, and held it up to Vanessa's ear.

"Hey, Mom and Dad. How are you guys? I'm good, I'm in the middle of making some cupcakes, though. Yup, Brooklyn is here. Yeah, she moved out a yesterday. Um, yeah. Damien, the head of choral sent 2 guys here that were looking for a place. They moved in yesterday. Lance Fields and Hamilton Townsend. Biology and Pharmacology, respectively. Um, yeah Brooklyn background checked them both. They are clean. Yes, Lance and I have the same classes. Ok, bye." She conversed. As soon as the phone was hung up, Lance asked,

"You background checked both of us?!"

"Yeah, I'm overprotective. What can I say." I defended, shrugging my shoulders.

"Well then. I should probably get to the task at hand. Just tell me and I'll stop. Okay?" He told Vanessa. She nodded and he started.

----Lance's POV:

I rolled back the blanket until I had uncovered her upper body, stopping at her waistline. Carefully, I placed pressure on every inch of her collarbone, knowing that the dark bruises could be a sign of a crack. Luckily, it was just a bruise. As I moved my fingers to the sides of her ribcage, my palms brushed the sides of her mounds. The feel of her skin was driving me crazy, but I didn't let that show. I moved down her rib cage, my fingers now brushing the bottom of her black bra. I encountered a purple bruise spreading over the left side of her rib cage. I pressed gently, hoping she didn't break a rib.

"Ow!" she yelped, jerking a bit.

"Sorry, I'm trying to figure out whether you broke a rib." I apologized, not wanting to cause her more pain.

When I was done with her upper body, I rolled the blanket even further down, exposing her underwear and shapely legs. I stood up and dragged my chair lower down so that I was in front of her legs. I could already see dark purple and black bruises blooming on her thighs, but her left shin was a bloody mess and her ankle was badly bruised, almost sprained.