-- just a cry for help. (troye)

[veronica louise bennett]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine YOU CAN BE MY Veronica never had an easy life. Her evil twin always got her into all sorts of trouble, she was the weak link and she always gave into whatever her twin asked her too. She just had a bit trouble saying no, she never knew why, she was the oldest by about three minutes but still it was like her twin stepped on her whenever she wanted to. So in her life it was like was all she knew. She just wished that she could have at least a moment of happiness in her life, but that didn’t seem to ever happen. So after taking her course in dance, she decided to just go an travel the country, all alone so she can get away from everyone around her. She needed some vacations, new York city was too overwhelming right now. Coming to la, while she visited la, someone gave her a job as a dance teacher in the arts academy, so she is staying for a while not sure if she will move back to nyc or not. She was just hoping this would really pay off and she would end up getting very success out of this whole thing. Her feet back her again when, about a month ago, she was raped. She felt so hopeless, she felt like a total waste of space, she felt useless. This wasn’t the way to treat a lady, her whole body trembled, her eyes expelled more tears than she ever did her whole time and her arms and legs were covered with bruises. Why do all the bad stuff happened to the good people? She was just getting back from work, she was happy and just glad for another day, but someone decided to just ruin everything. And just rip her soul from her body, because that was the way she felt. Like someone was ripping the soul from her body. It was terrible for her. She didn’t even know how she found her way home. She remembered waking up the next morning, in her bathtub filled with now cold water and she dipped inside with some blood mixed with it. For days, she wasn’t able to walk in the street at night, instead of walking, she would take a cab home, her door was always locked, whenever someone asked her to go out, she would just make up an excuse to not get out. She was terrified to even look outside the window. This was the moment she really needed her family to be here for her, but since she was a little selfish and just wanted a time off from them, she was now alone facing probably one of the hardest moments of her whole life all alone. She was a strong girl and she was hoping this nightmare would just end up as quickly as it began. Over the days when her eyes closed all she could see was the man’s face. She had it memorized in her head, she saw him every night and she could still imagine him touching him all over her again. She would wake up with awful nightmares in the middle of the night. Then after she just couldn’t fall asleep again, it was just awful to her. Then there she was, in the street alone. It was one month exactly after she was raped. Her heart was beating so fast, she could hear it. It was the first time ever since she was raped that she was alone in the street. Her feet started to move along the road towards her house. Each step she took, the more confident nothing was going to happen she got. After a few steps she was totally calm, her heart was still beating fast but not as before. She was starting to forget everything, to just overcome everything that happened. She was indeed a strong girl, and that was just proved now. She had overcome her biggest fear. Suddenly she started to hear steps behind her. Her feet stopped and she stared there frozen, she couldn’t move. She heard the steps get closer and closer as a woman passed right next to her and kept walking not even noticed that she stopped. For a few seconds she just stood there before taking a deep breath and started to walk again. Ronnie was now one hundred percent that nothing was going to happen. But in a matter of seconds, she just felt her bag being pulled from her, with a quick motion she pulled back and started to scream. She was in panic, she knew it was better not to fight it but she was so disorientated that she just did everything wrong. He pulled her into him. She stared into the man’s eyes and recognized him. The guy that raped her. Her eyes started to expel tears again as she cried of pain and not panic. As he pushed her away from him, her hand flew right to her abdomen, she felt wet and brought it up to her face to try and see it. It was bright red. Blood. The rapist had done it again, he was probably just taking out what he had put in. while she was in the floor covered in tears and blood he ran away as he spotted someone running towards Ronnie with a phone. Her vision started to get all blurry and all foggy. She was feeling weak as a strong pain and more blood in between her legs started to fell to the floor, she was wearing a skirt so she could easily see if she was bleeding only by looking to the floor. As the person walked towards her she just kept saying the same thing over and over again. “I am pregnant… I am pregnant…” she kept saying it until she actually passed out, the ambulance arrived and took her to the hospital. 986 WORDS ZOMG SORRY FOR THIS CRAP D: A SKIRT WITH A TOP AND A JACKET. ---------------- CREDIT

[troye spencer reed]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]1113 WORDS FOR RONNIE/PAULA hey hopefully this is fine! SAVIOR [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]it had been a normal night at the hospital, he always got stuck with the night shift because the other doctors had to go home to their wives and children. troye was a workaholic, often working overtime because there always was a shortage of doctors in the ER. being a doctor had always been his calling, there was no doubt that he was born to do this. he had a level head with whatever situation he was in. he tried not to panic too much about anything. he had been caught between many bridges in his life, one where he walked in on his ex-girlfriend having an affair. that was a couple years ago, now he never wanted to fall in love ever again. on the nights they forced him to get out of the hospital he would find himself at home alone watching movies.. all of his close guy friends were already married or in really steady relationships. nope, not troye reed. he had his heart broken before and pushed himself into his career soon after it happened. he lost himself in his work and now he rather escape much of reality just to get the chance to help random strangers. troye's job was very fulfilling and he wouldn't change it for anything. it had been a quick couple of hours, it usually was pretty slow around the 9-11pm interval.. but after that it was like hell in the ER. troye was quick on his feet and tried to help everyone. he had a very high success rate which he was very proud of. he walked into the main wing of the hospital, "doctor reed, your x-rays are ready for miss evans.

[/i]" a nurse said to him beneath a blue sheet over her face for hygiene purposes. "thanks mel, but seriously call me troye. doctor reed is way too formal." troye said taking the folder from her. mel was a transfer nurse from another district still adjusting to the main stream l.a. hospital. the l.a. hospital was a place where a lot of brutal things came through here.. being mel who came from a more rural area this was a huge test for her. troye looked over the x-rays in the light and saw no fracture on the woman's rib cage. troye walked into the room and adjusted his stethoscope and delivered the good news. he shook miss evan's hand and walked her to the doors.

troye checked his watch and saw it was nearly 11:32pm, this was the rush time. he had just finished with his last patient which meant he would be the next doctor to be assigned. he walked to the ER hallway where stretchers would be laid out of patients waiting to be called into a room. it was vacant right now which was very strange.

suddenly, a team of paramedics burst through the door with a woman hooked up to an oxygen tank and an IV already in her arm. they were already rushing down the hallway which could only mean this woman was seriously hurt, they were looking for an available doctor. troye started to keep pace with them as the stretcher pushed forward, he examined the stretcher and saw blood from her lower abdomen. "doctor troye reed ER doctor, give me the rundown and file now." troye said taking a folder from the hands of a paramedic. "you, you, and you. i don't need you." troye said making eye contact with 3 out of the 5 paramedics. he dismissed them. "room 302." troye said urgently, he wasn't sure if the woman was conscious. he was already in his mindset that this woman was dying and she needed immediate help. his professional side was coming out and everyone started moving out of their way in the hallway. "identified as veronica bennett a dance teacher at the new studio. she was found lying in a pool of blood, she was saying something about her being pregnant when she was conscious. her blood loss has been immaculate, we have a miscarriage i believe. we haven't checked ourselves but we figured you'd do a more thorough job.[/i]" troye listened to the paramedic closest to him. he gave a stern nod and they strolled into an empty room.

he dismissed the two of them. mel had appeared by his side the moment she had seen him. he tore open her bottoms and saw nothing but blood spew out. troye worked quickly with mel and they finally stopped the bleeding. he then attached another IV to the blonde and kept working around her. her blood pressure was normal, she had a lot of unusual bruises.. which could only mean a rape or assault. troye couldn't know forsure but he was certain, he would just have to ask her when she woke. he then bandaged up her arm, it had several cuts them from the pavement rubbing against her. "she's in rough shape but i think we got it mel." troye said sternly.

when they both finished, she was still bleeding from a very obvious miscarriage. he took off his gloves and washed his hands. he then wrote a couple things down on a clipboard. troye looked over at the blonde and asked mel to help dress her in a hospital night gown because her clothes were far too dirty to stay in. troye left the room with the clipboard and looked down at it.. why was the name so familiar? he walked back into the room for a brief second, "take her off the second IV in say.. two minutes? she'll wake in a bit shortly after.. she'll be in pain in her lower region. when she wakes, alert me. i'll be in my office writing her a prescription." troye said to mel.

he was in his office for about an hour, writing a few prescriptions for other patients as well as his new one. he had also helped patch up a kid who needed stitches. he got a call from mel that his latest patient had awoke. he dropped all his work and nearly ran to the room. "miss veronica? i'm doctor troye reed, you're in the ER but no need to worry.. i fixed you all up." troye said as he walked in and sat on the edge of her bed. her file was in his hand on a clipboard. he had scribbled down several things on it. "how are you feeling?" troye asked picking up the clipboard ready to take down anything she said.
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[veronica louise bennett]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine YOU CAN BE MY It was like her whole world crashed down, when she hit the floor. She was passed out but it was like she was still feeling and hearing the stuff around. To her it was all just a bad dream, it was only just another nightmare she had and she was about to wake up but this time she couldn’t. she was lost and she didn’t know how to come back. She wanted to open her eyes, scream her lungs out, but her body didn’t respond. She tried and tried to just move a finger and nothing worked. She was looking over her body from the sky. She was floating above it. Am I dead? She thought as she let a small tear fall from her eyes. At least her pain was gone; she couldn’t stand the cruel world anymore. Maybe it was really the better thing that could have happened to her. The baby wasn’t wanted anyway. She tried to accept it, but it was just hard. It was something so unwanted she thought about killing it ‘accidently’ a lot of times, she just couldn’t. she just couldn’t kill a human being that she knew didn’t have anything to do with what happened. it had no fault whatsoever. She just decided to lie to everybody around her, the baby was going to be born, without a father and never knowing the truth about how he really was conceived. At this moment, she was kind of relived, just regretting everything. Little did she knew it was only a dream, that she was having while she was unconscious. Her eyes stunt open and an agonizing pain pierced her lower stomach. It was hurting so bad, she started to tear up as her hand moved towards that section. She could hear the machine beeping, telling her she was in a hospital. Her mind was still foggy because some of the painkillers were hit off. She had no strength and she knew something was really wrong. She wasn’t dead after all. Her eyes looked around in the search of someone that could help and tell her what was going on. The last thing she remembered was the blood in her right hand, some people around her and her mouth saying that she was pregnant. Her mind just blinked at the thought. She was pregnant? Or still was? Her mouth started to yell help pleas. Soon a nurse walked in and she tried to sit straight but her lower abdomen was in so much pain, just a little cry came from her mouth. “don’t move, miss veronica. I’ll call the doctor for you, he’ll explain everything to you. I’ll be right back.” The nurse said to her as she walked out. She was most definitely in the hospital. She was kind of hoping the baby was okay and kind of wasn’t. Ronnie nodded to the nurse and just waited. Her stomach was twisting and turning inside of her small figure. She had a feeling something was wrong, she was almost one hundred percent sure, she had lost the baby, but right now that wasn’t her biggest concern. The bruises and wounds were her biggest concern. She knew that once someone saw her body, they would find out, she was either victim of abuse or she was mugged or even raped. She was hoping they would let it all go, cause she knew she would be in trouble if this went to the police. She still remembered his words correctly. “if you go to the cops. I will kill you. You hear me? Kill you. You are mine now.” He had told her. His words still haunted her in her nightmares and he made it clear earlier. She didn’t break their deal, then why did he attack her anyway? Did she do anything wrong? She didn’t think so, but the unknown male did. This time around she knew, she was never going to walk around at night alone again. She was scared to death, this was her biggest fear but she was going to do whatever it takes to hide it. No one could know she was raped. If anyone found out, she was pretty sure it was her death. What guaranteed her that he didn’t know where she lived? As a man walked in, she sniffled a bit and cleaned the tears a bit. She didn’t know why but she felt like she knew him from somewhere, she just didn’t know where. Well, she was in the ER and she was stabbed. She didn’t really know how to answer the question or even if she wanted to do it. She just needed to know. She needed to know if she was still pregnant. “I just need to know… did I lose the baby?” she said her voice cracking in the end. She wasn’t going to be too sad, but she can pretend stuff, so she can pretend that she was just desolated with the whole situation. Her eyes went to her hands as she waited for his answer. This was nerve wrecking and it was destroying her on the inside. 855 WORDS ZOMG SORRY FOR THIS CRAP D: A SKIRT WITH A TOP AND A JACKET. ---------------- CREDIT

[troye spencer reed]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]658 WORDS FOR RONNIE/PAULA ahh sorry this sucksss! SAVIOR [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]troye didn't have time for a relationship. his friends always told him to get out of the hospital and actually get out there to meet someone. he had no desire of meeting someone right now. his hours at the hospital were crazy and adding a girlfriend into that.. it just wouldn't be fair. troye barely had time for himself, he usually just came home to sleep for ten hours and eat something. then he'd run errands, workout, and catch up with his friends in the meantime. troye was very into his job, he was born to do this and not a doubt in his mind that one day when he was super successful.. the right woman would just walk into his life. he just wanted to come home to a girl who wouldn't mind him smelling of disinfectant and would just welcome him home with open arms. just having that would just be the cherry ontop of his great life. as he sat in his office chair, he looked over at the doctor's desk next to his. her desk was filled with pictures of her husband and kids.. she had beautiful kids. troye always wanted kids and a solid family to come home too. he wanted a boy who he could make into the next football star. he would be raised as a gentleman and told to treat girls right. he also wanted a little girl, she would his little princess and he would spoil her rotten. he would also love her even if she wanted to be a hockey star. troye's heart ached as he wondered what his life would be like if he actually took the time to find someone special to share his life with. he glanced back to his desk and saw it empty, no frames, no nothing. there was just his name tag, computer, and a million folders filled with different patients that needed paper work to be done for them. as he opened the first folder he signed off a couple of things and he was done. it was a tedious task but he didn't mind doing it. the phone buzzed and he answered it, "yes? of course, be right there." he had been told by mel that veronica had been stirring about her bed. she was in obvious pain, troye got up and raced over to her room. he walked in to find mel inside with the girl. she had just filled up a cup of water for her on a nearby table. troye dismissed her with a hand wave. he sat on the edge of the bed trying to push some words out of her. she was obviously in tears prior to him entering, he just wasn't sure if it was because of the pain or because she knows what just happened. troye got up and reached for the bed remote, he set it slowly as the bed started to move so she was sitting up a bit. troye sighed as she asked the question he was hoping to slowly ease into an answer. "i'm sorry veronica, the baby didn't make it.." troye said his voice steady and in a very serious manner. he had delivered bad news one too many times. "you weren't far along in your pregnancy that the baby was fully attached to the uterus wall... so it was very fragile, i'm sorry." troye said looking into her eyes, trying to read her emotions. he wished he could bring that baby back but it was important for doctors to be compassionate but not overly emotional around patients. "i have to discuss something else with you though... something a little more serious.. the bruises." troye said sitting on the edge of the bed again, he shuffled through the folder of papers, "i have my assumptions.. but i'd like to hear it from you." troye said a little concerned. [/style]

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[veronica louise bennett]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine YOU CAN BE MY Veronica was ready for the worse, but she had to take it, she had to take it and be a good pretender. As the doctor looked at her, she knew what he was going to say, she knew how to read people and it was an obvious response, she had lost the baby. She couldn’t help it but to feel something crushing her insides even if this baby wasn’t wanted. Her eyes started to form tears more and more each time, as her hands covered her face completely. Being raped wasn’t good but loosing the baby was so much worse. She was glad, nobody asked if she had anyone to call too, because she didn’t have. All her family was all the way across the country and there was no baby daddy. She was hoping no one would bother her with that detail because she was scared she would get discovered. She kept sobbing a little bit as she picked up the glass of water and took a big sip out of it. “was it because of the stab?” she asked him before putting the glass back down and cleaned some of her tears. She was almost sure it was but maybe it wasn’t, maybe it was the stress, she remembered her mother telling her once that she almost lost her and her twin cause of the stress, it was something very critical to a pregnant woman. It could make her loose the baby as quickly as they could say pregnant. Looking closer to the doctor she noticed that she spoke or saw him before. The doctor. She thought, he was the guy she talked with the other day on aim and she had promised to teach him how to dance. She thought he was very sweet and just the kind of guy she would hang around and just actually built a friendship around or even more. As he started to speak about the bruises, her heart stopped. She had forgotten all about them, she forgot her whole body has bruises and some shallow cuts. She didn’t have a way to hide them. She choked a bit and waited to reply to him. She wanted to tell him, just crying out for help and just getting the help she needed. But she couldn’t, she just couldn’t because she didn’t know what would happen, or even if they would get the man who did it to her. It was a long shot. “these?” she said pointing at them. “it’s nothing, I am a dance teacher and I dance, so I get a lot of bruises.” She said still sobbing a bit, now the pain coming down a little bit, the medicine was probably kicking in. she was clearly hiding something, it was obvious, she was hoping he would believe her. Just as quickly as she replied, she cleaned her face softly and looked back to her hands. “I think we spoke before, over aim. I was going to teach you how to dance, tomorrow.” She added, she was hoping this topic would make him forget the old one, she wanted to make sure, he didn’t pressure her much, because she was going to just tell him everything, then that’s when her whole life would be even more at risk. She knew there could be people to help her around and such. “it’s nice to meet you. I mean, it could be on better circumstances though.” She said extending her hand softly, one last tear falling from her eyes. at least one good thing, came away from this. She finally met troye, in person. 601 WORDS GAH SORRY, A SKIRT WITH A TOP AND A JACKET. ---------------- CREDIT

[troye spencer reed]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]698 WORDS FOR RONNIE/PAULA sorry for the wait! SAVIOR [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]troye was always the bearer with bad news, he had on numerous occasions delivered the news that could dramatically change a family. he had to be solemn but had to be sympathetic yet he had to stay professional. there was always a fine line between professional and cold, he was always afraid of crossing that line and taking it too far. troye never liked delivering bad news but something about veronica made him feel more emotional. she just seemed so familiar to him but he couldn't put a reason to why. as he watched her expression change, he couldn't help but feel an ache in his heart. he felt for this girl and he just wanted to reach out and comfort her. she sobbed as she picked up the glass of water and drank it. "the stab was apart of it.. but i think when he tackled you to the ground it was quite forceful so we actually don't know what happened... we're trying to put together a police file on this attacker." troye said filling her glass back up with the pitcher. he smiled softly, "you're safe here." he said softly, looking down to the clipboard before back up to her. she brushed away quite a few tears and then looked at him carefully. troye looked at her and smiled softly again, he wrote down a few notes on the clipboard. she looked fine for the most part but he could sense a bit of stress on her part. when he mentioned the bruises her body went tense and she was stunned for words. troye scribbled down these notes and put a circle and question mark around the word 'bruises'. he wanted her to just explain herself so the police had something to go on. she pointed at her strange bruises, he cocked an eyebrow as to question her. "dance teacher? interesting.. i don't think dancers get many bruises unless their partners beat them." troye said a little too bluntly, he looked at her with a serious look. "veronica, i am concerned for your safety. the police is looking for a rapist who is running rapidly around the city attacking only blonde females. we need any more info you can provide us. if you wanna stick by the dance teacher story then i will just write it on this clipboard and this problem will get buried deep under many files... forgotten." troye looked down once more and sighed. he hoped she saw his voice of reason, he was always the responsible one out of all his friends. he was no different at work, if anything he was more responsible. it was very obvious she was hiding something and troye wanted to find out what it was. troye snapped his fingers when he realized where she was from, she realized just as he did as well. he let her speak though, it was only common courtesy to let the woman speak first. "oh right! i thought you looked familiar. i guess i should've realized when you said you were a dance teacher.." troye slapped his forehead from his stupidity. he wanted to press the issue back to her bruises but she had just smiled and he was too stunned by her beauty to let the conversation stray back to a dark topic. troye just wanted to see her light up a smile again, just once more. "nice to meet you too. i'm sorry my job is quite dark and gruesome." he said extending his hand and lightly shaking hers. he was happy to have finally met her, he watched as a single tear fell from her eye. he let go of her hand and cleared his throat. "veronica, i will ask one last time and then never again.. where are the bruises from?" troye said a little concerned, since he knew her he started to let his emotions show. she wasn't a friend, nor was she a stranger.. she was just a distant friend he had just met. a very attractive blonde female that was just his friend.... right. [/style]

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[veronica louise bennett]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine YOU CAN BE MY Veronica was the kind of girl that was used to bad news, she just had a pretty bad life and she could handle it if it became very bad. Her mother always thought her to be a strong girl and to never break at anything, it was like she was made of steel, she would never break at anything… really anything. She didn’t break not even once in her life. She breathed out in relief when he said she was safe somehow trying to breath in the fact that the baby could have survived if she was only stabbed and not thrown to the ground. She wasn’t sure if she was going to be happy or sad with that, she just knew that right now she was kind of relief to be safe and sound and that he wasn’t going to grab her like he has done twice before. “thanks…” she only got out to say, she just didn’t know what else to say, she was kind of scared and fearing her own life, she didn’t want to expose the attacker, she didn’t want to tell troye that this has happened before and it was worse before. When he mentioned the fact that not many teachers get bruises unless their partners beat them up, she kind of froze trying to come up with another excuse. She didn’t have a partner, she taught more hip hop and solo dances like that than ball room where you need a partner to dance or it would be totally stupid. She stopped for a moment trying to come up with another excuse until he spoke again. She heard him carefully and just tried her best to not show any emotion, she just shrugged for a little bit then looked back to her hands trying to think of an answer but nothing came up, she just didn’t know how to actually react to all of this, she just was so frightened with it all that she just resumed to silence and just shrugged once again. For one in her life she was speechless, she didn’t know what to tell him, she wanted to tell him but she also was scared that if she did and he wasn’t caught she was going to be screwed for sure. Meeting troye at least was the best that actually happened to her in a while. He was just the kind of guy she needed in her life right now, she was completely alone, all she did was work and no fun, she was most of the time at the dance school and at home, she didn’t go out much mainly because of what happened. meeting new men made her feel scared and disgusted. the fear came from the fact that they could try something towards her and disgusted because she didn’t feel she was worth being loved. she knew that the fact that she was raped hadn’t nothing to do with that but she felt like she was a waste since someone was inside of her, she didn’t even knew if the man had std’s and if she wasn’t contaminated by him. Hopefully she wasn’t. she giggled at him and just felt the soft skin of his hand on hers. Her stomach kind of felt weird for a moment, but she didn’t know what it was. It was weird because it was a feeling she never felt before but she kind of wanted to feel again. “it’s okay. I understand.” She said to him before letting his hand go. Then he just started to talk about it all over again. She just couldn’t take it anymore. she knew he was doing all of this for her own good but there was so much a person can take and for the first time in her life ronnie was about to break and it came along all the years of her life that she didn’t. she looked to him and just broke down. “I was raped. He raped me and today he stabbed me. I was pregnant with his baby, I am glad I lost it but sad that I am scared of meeting anyone else…” she started as some tears started to fall from her eyes again. “it has been a few months but he found me again…” she continued as she looked to her hands and just avoided the eye contact. “he found me again and said I was his now, and that if I tell anything to the cops he was going to kill me.” She confessed with fear on her voice. “I didn’t see his face… he always had something on his head and face… it could be anyone…” her voice cracked bad as she started to sob badly. “w-what i-if h-he comes a-after me n-now?” she finally finished looking to troye with her eyes full with tears and fear in her voice. Now she had confessed what was going to happen? She just sit up groaning in between the sobs and wrapped her arms around troye’s neck, somehow she felt safe with him. “w-what is g-going to h-happen to me n-now?” she asked before burying her face his neck crying softy. 865 WORDS ALMOST A FREAKING MONTH. I AM SORRY D: A SKIRT WITH A TOP AND A JACKET. ---------------- CREDIT

[troye spencer reed]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]---- WORDS FOR RONNIE/PAULA this couple is my fav c: so no problem! SAVIOR [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]troye heard his phone buzzed and heard familiar iphone chime sound. he was being called down to the ER for a more needed emergency but he quickly silenced it. the hospital could pin him many times but he wasn't leaving veronica alone. she was in a fragile state and there was a new shift of doctors coming in soon.. they would be fine, atleast, he hoped they would be. troye's tiredness started to wash over him as he sat down next to ronnie. he barely ever got to sit on the job and this was a luxury right now. "you're very welcome.

[/b]" troye's voice was soft and soothing. he didn't want to scare her off by any means, he held the clipboard firmly on his lap, awaiting anything else she might say.

veronica froze when he mentioned not many people got bruises whilst dancing. judging by her muscle form she has been a dancer for quite some time. experienced dancers wouldn't have huge bruises like that. she grew reserved and was too stunned for words. troye looked down to the clipboard, still mostly blank from the lack of information she was providing. troye reached into his pocket to check his phone, they had given up trying to page him down to the ER main hallway.

meeting ronnie wasn't the ideal way of meeting but he never wanted to see the people he loved and knew in the ER seeing him. he rather them stay the hell away from this place. it was a damned place where miracles could happen or the bad can get even worse. he was only happy to have a good track record, otherwise, he would be kicked the hell out of this hospital. he was a workaholic and strived to be the best doctor he could be. they shook hands and troye couldn't help but feel a bit of electricity course through his veins. he didn't feel so tired anymore. when they let go of their handshake he felt a bit of a loss, his stomached turned into an all of a sudden knot. "i hope this will be your only visit." troye said looking at her and smiling.

as soon as he made the reassuring question he saw her face change and he moved closer to her on the bed. troye looked into her eyes with deep concern, he didn't want to see ronnie hurting. she finally broke and blurted out the truth, troye listened intently as she confessed what the rapist did to her. he wished he could take away all this hurt from her and make her feel better right now. tears started to fall from her eyes and troye just wanted to reach over and brush them away. he must stay professional so he stopped himself and just waited till she was done to say anything or write anything down. she avoided his eye contact and looked down at her hands. her safety was at jeopardy and troye wouldn't let any more harm come to her. she broke down further as her eyes looked scared for herself. he looked at her for several seconds before she wrapped her arms around his neck and she buried her face into his neck. he slowly wrapped his arms around her and it just felt so right. "nothing is going to happen to you ronnie, if he's going to get to you.. he's got to get through me first. i will never let anything happen to you, you've got to trust me." troye's voice was a soft whisper almost. troye pulled away from the hug and he wiped a few stray tears from her face, "don't cry, this is the end of all of the hurt. i promise you." troye said his voice steady and his face softly smiling. "do you have any family you wish to call? it's been hours since the attack.. they might grow worried." troye asked hoping she had some family to confide in.
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