•Tear Stained•

Prologue



Screaming and laughter surrounded me. My body laid motionless on the ground, blood ran down my forehead. My eyes screwed shut, and my stomach ached. I couldn't move. Actually I wouldn't move.

Once again, a foot made contact with my stomach. I coughed up blood, just wanting it all to stop. My eyes watered, yet I held them in.

"Next time you should stay away!" That all to familiar high-pitched voice echoed through my empty head.

A large arm pulled me off the ground. I winced as they did so with little care. Tears rolled down my bruised cheeks.

"You are worthless! You are useless! You are nothing! You deserve to rot away in hell!" Her words replayed in my head like a broken record. My eyes were blurred by my tears.

It was pitch black, all I heard was the sound of tires. I lifted my hand, and it brushed against a soft type fabric. Something warm ran down my face.

Light fluttered in unexpectedly, and I closed my eyes tightly. I was hauled over someone's shoulder, and just as fast I was slammed to the ground. I winced in pain, and turned over on my side, in pain.

"Come on before someone sees us!" That familiar female voice hissed.







I laid there. Just laid there. I couldn't move. It get to much. I heard the car drive away,

"Hey!"

"Guys there's a chick here! Damn there's blood everywhere."

"Move! Someone call 9-1-1!"

Voices filled my ears. Many voices. More and more filled around. Someone was touching me. Touching my face. Touching my pale, cold face. My eyes stayed closed. My body was lifeless. Just lifeless. Hard muscular arms swallowed me in. I was in pain. Pain. I didn't want to be touched. No, no more touching. I held my breathe, trying to swallow the pain.

"She's bleeding! God damnit someone get an ambulance!"

People are shouting. All at once, and I lean my head against the unknown mans chest. I try to look up at him, but my vision blurred. I couldn't feel my eyelids defying me, as they slowly closed. Then I the world went silent.



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The light is blinding, as I wake up in a small white room. Two windows sat side by side, lighting the room. It was cold, really cold. I touched my stomach, rubbing my fifer across softly fabric. A gown.

I slowly eased myself up, starring at that window in front of me. My jet black hair hung tangled down my back. And my pale skin, was marked with fresh purplish bruises.

"Your finally awake." A voice interrupted my thoughts.

I whip my head around, starring at the elder man that stood before me. His grey hair was nicely combed back and wrinkles appeared around his eyes.

"Y-yes.."

"I'm glad you've recover. My name is Dr. Harrison. Do you remember your name?" His warm hand, placed against my cold forehead.

"Um... Yes. It's Nicolette Jay.." My voice stammered a bit, as I talked. I eyed around the room. "Where am I?" My voice cracked a bit, as I asked.

"Miss. Jay your in a hospital. You were found half dead on the streets. A young man. Well he's came here everyday visiting you to see if you've recover." He shuffled away, towards his clipboard.

"A Mr. Brent Vaughn. Does that name ring a bell?" He looked up at me, pushing his thick framed glasses up the bridge of his nose.

Brent Vaughn? I shake my head. My fingers traced down the sift fabric that hugged my both. My whole body was so sore. "How long have I've been in here?"

"Five days. You were in pretty bad shape." He looked up at me, scanning my face.

I slowly reached up to my face, running my hand across my cheek.

"It's a bit swollen. As are your lips but it's got down a lot. Just a few days you should be fine. Most of your bruises are gone as well."

My fingers traced over my dry lips. "Can I.. Shower. And eat?"

He nods. Suddenly the door opens quickly.

"In here, Mr. Vaughn." A small red hair woman stood there, waving a man in.

Him. The man that helped me. The man that saved me.

He stood there. Right in front of my bed. His shaggy brown hair swept nicely to one side. His broad shoulders sat beautifully on his tall framed body. He wore a pearl white linen dress shirt, and black dress pants. I stared at his hazel blue eyes. And his sun-kissed skin wrapped it all together.

"Mr. Vaughn I'm glad to see you again." Dr. Harrison said, as he held a hand out for Brent to shake.

"She's awake." He whispered as he shook the dr's hand.

"Yes, yes she is. And she'll be able to leave in no time."

Brent slowly approached me. He gazed intensely at me, yet he seemed so calm.

"I'm Brent Vaughn." He whispered to me.

"I'm.. Nicolette Jay.." I stammered a bit.

"Nicolette do you wish for me to call your family to come pick you up, or maybe a friends or boyfriend." The dr asked, as he walks towards the door.

I saw a flash of anxiety when the dr said boyfriend in Brent's eyes.

"N-no.. I'll be fine.."

They both looked at me suspiciously, but don't say anything.





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"I can't pay that!" My voice is a bit shaking up, as I stare at the hospital bill.

"Ma'am sorry but there's no choice. You must pay. Maybe we can work some sort of payment-"

A firm hand, wrapped around my arm, and tugged me back a bit. I stumbled back to see Brent staring at the man I was arguing with.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.

"No Brent you don't have to-"

He puts his hand up as if to silence me. He places a sliver platinum card on the counter.

"Here." He snapped at the guy.

"Right away mister." The man took it with shaken hands and swiped the card.

"You didn't have to do that." I step away from him, and crosses my arms.

"Come." He grabs my forearm and drags me towards the door. A black Audi sat at the entrance of the hospital.

"Let go of me! I'm not going in there!" I struggled against his tight grip.

He sighed I annoyance, and threw me over his shoulder. "You have no where else to go. My house is big enough." He slipped into the car, holding on o me tight.

"Where to Mister?" The drive asked.

"My house."





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We sat in silence the while ride. I leaned against the door, as far away from him as possible.

"Will you please stop acting like a child." He rolled his eyes at me.

"I'm am not acting like a child! I don't want to go to your house!" I snap at him, glaring at him.

"Your eyes... Their beautiful like a Grayish-blue. A stormy blue color."

"Stop trying to change the subject!" I mutter turning away from him.

Asshole.

"I just want to help you." He ran his finger through his extremely sexy hair.

I bite my lip, looking away. Why does this man have to be so damn attractive!? Why do I find him so god damn attracting?! Stupid female hormones.

"Mister someone is at your house." The driver said, looking through the rear view mirror.

"What kind of "someone"?"

"Your Mother.." The car slowly stopped.


The door slowly opens.



Gasp.


The grass was a lively green, and the trees swayed side to side dancing with the wind. The yard was large, and a huge house sat comfortable on the property. The house was a stunning chestnut color. Dark brown stairs led up to the white framed French doors. A older woman sat on the patio chair, smiling brightly at us.

Brent took my hand and helped me out of the car. We slowly approached the house.

"Mother.." Brent acknowledged.

"Brent Vaughn finally has time to see his mother," she got up, and pulled him into a hug. "Oh and is this your girlfriend?" She smirked as her eyes landed on me. Her brown hair sat in a bun nice and neatly.

I squirmed around at the thought. Girlfriend? No no no! He's to... Attracting.. No.. Charming.. Nope. Ugh I don't know.

"Uh.. She's not my-"

"Oh you are so beautiful. You eyes. Wow so stunning. Stormy blue. Oh and your hair. Glossy black." She continued on and on.

Actually my hair is just greasy from me not washing it, but I didn't want to kill the mood so I left it. I smiled at her.

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Vaughn. I'm Nicolette."

"Ohhh what a beautiful name for a beautiful woman such as your self."

"She's a keeper Brent." She smirks as she nudges him in the rib cage.






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I sat on the king sized bed, towel drying my hair. I snuggled against the cotton soft towel, making myself warmer. Water dripped off the ends of my hair.

A knock interrupted my thoughts.

"Come in."

Brent step into the room. He now wore a tight black t-shirt that showed off his muscles, and a pair of grey sweat pants.

"Here's a t shirt." He walks into the room and sets a over sized blue t shirt down on the bed next to me.

"Thank you.."

He coughs awkwardly, then leaves.

I drop the towel and slowly pulls the t-shirt off my head.

"I forgot to give you this-" Brent enters the room, but stops in mid sentence.

He eyes were fixed on my long exposed legs. He scanned my body. "Um..this.." He puts the sweater pants down, and rushes out of the room.

I slip the sweat pants on, and climbed into bed. My body was tired. I was tired. Mentally and physically tired.

I closed my eyes, and allowed myself to fall asleep.






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