A/N: Advance warning...This chapter has M rated stuff...LIME. You have been warned.

Gretchen's POV

I was in my safe zone, my library.

I didn't hear him as he sat next to me. But he wrapped his arms around me and whispered "I love you. Please stay here with me."

I looked into those chocolate orbs that fulfill my nightly fantasies and answered "Always, Vince. Always."

I was wearing my homecoming dress and he was in a button down shirt and slacks, looking devilishly handsome. He pressed his lips to mine softly and for a moment, I was stunned. I felt him pull back so I threw my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. His tongue found its way between my parted lips and as his tongue slid against mine, i moaned at the sensation.

His lips traveled from mine down to my jawline, pressing soft kisses along the way. He kisses along my ear, reaching a sensitive spot and I lightly moan at the new discovery.

With shaking hands, I begin to unbutton his shirt and he shucks it off his shoulder, revealing his toned physique. He continues his exploration of my body, kissing and nipping down my neck, sucking gently to leave his mark. When he reaches my collarbone, my eyes roll back in my head and I let out another moan. His hands reach up and at a tortuous pace, he unzips my dress and it pools at my feet.

I blush as he stares at me unabashedly. I bring my arms up to cover myself, but he stops me and whispers "No. Stop. You're beautiful." He lays me down on the floor of the library and he kisses the newly exposed skin. He lifts his head and returns his lips to my lips as his hands unhook my bra with practiced ease. The bra falls from my body and his hands lift to cup my breasts. He leans toward, eyes trained on me, as his lips captured one puckered nipple into his mouth while the other hand fondles the neglected breast.

My body is in euphoric bliss. From his ministrations on my breasts alone, I feel something building in the depths of my core that I don't understand. He switches breasts and suddenly I feel a small burst of pleasure enveloping my entire body.

"What was that and when can I do it again?" I said as my genius mind turned to mush in the midst of a sexual haze."

Vince chuckles and proceeds to kiss an invisible line down my body. His tongue lavishes attention to my belly button, another place I didn't know I was sensitive. He hooks his fingers into the sides of my underwear and pulls them down, leaving me nude and exposed to him. He says "You had a climax and as for a repeat performance, I'd gladly oblige."

His face was level with my core and before I could protest, I felt his lips come in contact with my core. His tongue traced the seam and he used two fingers to push my lips apart. His tongue entered me and began lapping at the juices inside me. I moaned, groaned, keened, any sound that could equivocate the amount of pleasure his lips were giving me. I teetered precariously on the edge until Vince's lips wrapped around my clit and suckled gently. I saw the world around me explode and I couldn't even recognize the sounds coming from my voice.

"Mm, delicious." He whispered against my body. He kissed back up my body and kissed me. I tasted my essence on his lips and it was marvelous.

He hovered over me, positioning his cock at my entrance. I was ready to give in to all the pleasure that was Vince. Then I looked into his eyes. That's not my Vince.

My Vince had eyes that were warm, tender and kind but always glistened with a hint of mischief. This Vince was a cold substitution, with eyes as empty as the one who tried to violate me. Eyes as empty as death.

I quickly pushed him off me and yelled "You're not my Vince! WHO ARE YOU?"

He tried to hug but I flinched away. "Please, I love you. Stay with me!"

I pushed him away and said "Go! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! GO!"

And suddenly, he disappeared from my vision and from my space. I cried, never feeling so ashamed of being tricked, never feeling so alone, until I heard a faint voice.

"Gretch I need you..."

"I-I love you..."

"I don't deserve you..."

I stood up, fully dresses and ran towards the sound of the voice. It was growing stronger and stronger. That's my Vince! His voice was almost in my grasp and then all I heard was silence. Then I felt something sweep across my whole body, the sensation of a dream coming to fruition. In that moment, I jumped head first into the light.

"Gretchen! You're awake! I have to call the doctor!"

I saw Vince staring up at me. My Vince. His eyes were red and his face was streaked with tears. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and wipe those tears away. But then, as soon as he rushed out of the room, a team of medical professionals came pouring in.

I watched them, eyes wide with panic, as machines were shut off and they flurried around me. I felt something being pulled from my throat and a feeling of choking followed soon after.

Doctors and nurses doused my ears with reassurances that I was 'going to be okay'. I was tested in a multitude of neurological tests, including motor skills and memory.

"What's your name?" an older doctor with kind eyes asks me.

"Gretchen Priscilla Grundler." I reply, my voice hoarse from lack of use.

"Date of birth?"

"March 23rd"

"What year is it?"

"2013."

"How old are you?"

"Well, according to my calculations, you should know that since my birthday passed, I'm 17 logically."

The doctor chuckled and replied "I see your personality is still intact. Do you know why you're in the hospital?"

My body gives an involuntary shiver. "My classmate tried to rape me but my friend Vince saved me." I said with a smile.

The doctor looks at me, eyebrow raised. "Your friend? The amount of dedication that boy gave to seeing you, I'm surprised you didn't tell me fiancée."

My cheeks started to turn pink. "Where is he, by the way?"

"We had to make him leave for your tests and in accordance with visiting hours. We usually let him sneak and sleep, but you need your rest."

"So what's my prognosis, doctor?" I reply uneasily.

He scans his list and returns my gaze, eyes wide with shock. "My dear, you've passed every neurological exam given. The extent of your injuries should have left you with some sort of impairment. But you are perfectly fine, no damage in sight. You can even leave by morning, dear. It's a MIRACLE. It defies LOGIC!"

I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly. "Defying logic is my thing. You should meet my friends, we're damn near nonsensical!"

He gives off a laugh and replies "Get your rest dear. The other injuries sustained from the incident have healed nicely. I'll notify your parents of the news of your awakening. We'll keep you under observation tonight and hopefully, by tomorrow, you'll be on your way home. You're a lucky and blessed girl Ms. Grundler."

I smile and say "I know. Thank you."

I close my eyes and prepare to rest because tomorrow, I know exactly where I'm going to go.