MORE CHAPTERS AND MORE WORDS! I am a Bones addict and its' coming back soon along with Criminal Minds. I watch all of them on YouTube so. BHAHAHAHAHAH!

Whitney's POV

As I go to place my hand on my throbbing forhead, I find that my hand has been pulled behind my back. Pain races through me and then the memorys of the last couple of days come fleating back to me.

"Why?"

"Because, I love you. I can't stand to see you like this."

"No, you don't love me. We broke up. Twice, and you were the one that made the call to break up. Your with that Olivia Sparing person. Just go Sweets. Please."

...

"No you can't! "This is illegal! You have to call my parents!"

I shift my legs so that I am sitting cross legged. "What's happening?" I say. I twist around and shake my hair from my face. The door opens and Doctor Winter walks in. Today she's pulled her hair back in a ponytail and she has a labcoat on.

"Hi Whitney."

"What do you want Doctor Winter?"

"Actally, I was wondering if there is anyone that we could call."

"I told them to call Sweets."

"We've called him and I was wondering if we could call your parents?"

"No. Anyone but them. Anyone!" I scream. I couldn't bare the thought of them seeing them. Not after the last time. Emily turns around and sticks her head out the door. Her brown eyes widen to dinner plates and she quickly walks from the room. I look to the door and Emily is talking to someone. Mom? Dad? Alice? Eve? Sweets? I really hope that it isn't any of them. Mostly my family, seeing as I can see Sweets out of the conner of my eye.

Emily turns around and invites him in. He looks at me, eyes wide with sadness. I frown, eyes narrowing at the sight of my ex-boyfriend. Yes, I did want him here, but only so that he could see what he did to me. It's not that great.

"Hi Whitney." He says as he shambles over to me. I stand up and shake my head at him. Looking up I can see that there are tears in his eyes.

"Why are you crying?" I ask. He pushes some of my black and red streaked hair from my face and lightly kisses my temple. I pull away and walk backwards until I feel the wall pressing into my back.

"Because I hate seeing you like this."

"This wouldn't have happened if you didn't call for them!"

"I had to! You were sitting in a pool of blood!"

"You could have fixed me!"

"You needed medical attention!"

"Yea! Look how that turned out! Now I'm in the nut house. Thanks Sweets, real great job at protecting me. Remember when you said that you would protect me? Because, why? Because I was the only girl in your world! I bet that you have said that to Olivia as well! I bet that you promised to keep her safe. Daisy was right, you are mean! I never want to see you again Lance Sweets! Get out!" I scream with all the force in my body. Every inch of my soul and mind was put into screaming that at him. Gulit starts eating away at my stomach almost instantaly.

I can feel bile rising in my throat, it's like acid; burning away at my flesh. It must be my karma for the words that I shot at Sweets. The same pain. The burning acid that eats at your skin a viris. Like something from a horror movie. Which appears to be what my life has become...

He shakes his head at me, sorrow leaking from his eyes and dripping down is perfect face. I want to burst out into tears, but that will just make me seem weaker. I hold in the pain until I'm sure that he's gone and the I feel the cold tears burning my hot cheeks. Emily walks over to me and sits me down on the ground.

"It's not your falt Whitney. Come'on, try and get some sleep. She undoes the straight jacket that bindes me and walks me over to the bed. I can feel more tears start to form in my blue eyes and I close them tight, trying to block out the memories of me and Sweets.

All I want to is scream as everything starts to replay.

"Do you want to get married?"

The question caught me so off guard that I laugh. Me and Sweets have simply been sitting around my house, talking and laughing, when the question just came out of the blue. However, when I saw that he looked a little hurt by my reaction, I stop laughing. "Oh- you're serious?" I say, sitting up fully on the couch.

Sweets shrugged uncomfortably on the other end of the couch. "Well, I didn't really mean it the way it came out... it was a general question, not really a marriage proposal." He clarified.

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"Sweets? Why do you love me?" I ask. His eyes are almost screaming at me.

"Why would I not?"

"I'm broken. That's why."

"Haven't you learned by now that I can fix what is broken?"

I lightly place a gental kiss to his lips and then smile at him when I pull away.

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Sweets' POV

When my phone startings ringing, Olivia tells me that if I even consider gettng it; that I'll be dead. Her lips calmly press against mine, trying to make me forget that the phone is ringing. I frown at her and press it to my ear. She grabs it from my hands before I can even talk, "Hello..." She purrs. I press my ear to the phone and Olivia sticks her hand over my mouth. "Who's this?"

"Olivia Sparing? Who's this and who are you lookng for?"

"I'm Doctor Carson and I'm looking for Doctor Sweets. It's about Doctor Black."

"Doctor Who?"

Doctor Carson sighs, "Doctor Whitney Black. Doctor Sweets is her contact. And her boyfriend. Do you know where he is, Miss Sparing?"

"Oh, I know where Doctor Sweets is." She presses the phone in my hand and stands up. Pulling her clothes from the floor and she starts getting dressed. 'Olivia!' I mouth. "Doctor Carson!"

"Yes Doctor Sweets, could you please give us the names of Doctor Black's parents?"

"Oh, um. David and Amanda Black. She's got two sisters, Eve who's living in New York and Alice lives just down the street. Why do you ask?"

"Doctor Black refuses to tell us anything related about her family. We need to contact her parents about this." I remember Whitney telling me about her family and how she never wanted to see them again after what happened. But what happened. I can't remember if she ever told me... Whoops.

"Okay, is she okay?"

"Look, Doctor Black needs help. And we can give it to her. We need to contact her parents about what to do to her, if there is any history of mental illness and if there is anything that could help her."

"Wait, you want to put Whitney on drugs?"

"It's what needs to happen."

Dundundun... drama. They want to put her on ... DRUGS. No, not like the ones that I have for my toes and fingers. No, not those drugs. I'm going to shut up now.