A/N-I DO NOT OWN THE NAKED BROTHERS BAND!

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Nat's POV

Just like when we were in the Kristina's aunt's office, Rosalina nervous as ever.

I put my hand on her knee again. "Calm down, Rosie. You'll shake the whole chair."

She groaned quietly and put her head in her hand. "Sorry."

"It'll be fine. It's quick and easy."

"Easy for you to say. You don't have someone searching you for bruises."

Before I could respond, an officer walked out and said, "Rosalina Tai, we need you now."

My dad, Rosalina and I stood up and followed the officer through the door to another room.

"Now we understand this isn't one of the most comfortable situations for you," The officer said to Rosalina. "But afterwards, we're going to have to question you about your father."

"I-I wasn't told anything about questioning," Rosalina said nervously.

I felt bad for her. I know this couldn't be easy for her at all. "It's okay, Rosie," I said soothingly.

"We're sorry to inform you so late."

"It's fine," She sighed.

"If you walk through that door to the examination room, we can get started."

She froze. "Are you the doctor?"

"No, there's already a doctor in there."

That seemed to make her relax a little bit. "Okay…"

"It'll be okay, Rosie. I promise," I reassured her.

She nodded and walked through to the exam room.

Now it was my turn to be nervous for her. I wondered how she would take the doctor. I knew she didn't like doctors even when she was little.

About ten minutes after Rosalina went into the exam room a young doctor came out of the room and looked at me. "Are you Nat?"

I nodded.

"Could you come in here, please?" She asked.

I stood up and followed the doctor inside.

Rosalina was sitting on the exam table, looking like she would love to be anywhere, but here.

"What's the matter, Rosalina?" I asked, walking over to her.

"Rosalina is a little shy about the exam," The doctor said.

"What can we do to make it easier?" I asked, looking at the doctor.

"I have two ideas, if you're willing to try them." She motioned for me move to the side. "The first thing we can try is giving you a checkup. That way, Rosalina will know that if you can do it, so can she."

"Okay…what's the second idea?"

"If the first one doesn't work, then you can help me do the exam. That way Rosalina will be more comfortable with it."

"Okay, let's try them."

We walked back over to the exam table where Rosalina was sitting.

"See Rosie, I'm going to get a checkup too," I said, hopping up on the exam table next to her.

The doctor did a routine checkup. She checked my reflexes, my eyes, ears, everything. And when we were done I turned to Rosalina.

"See? It's not so bad."

But Rosalina gave me this look that told me she still didn't want to get a checkup at all.

"Okay Rosie," I said, scooting next to her. I pulled her onto my lap. "This might hurt, but just remember I'm right here, okay?"

She nodded slowly.

The doctor walked over to us and stood behind Rosalina. "Okay Rosalina, I need you to tell me if this hurts, okay?"

She nodded again.

She began pressing on Rosalina's back and I could see her wince as she tried to move away. "It hurts," She said, shutting her eyes tightly.

I put my arms around her to keep her still. "It's okay, Rosie," I whispered.

"Okay, would you be okay if I looked at your back?" The doctor asked.

Rosalina nodded and I grabbed her hand.

The doctor gently lifted her shirt to examine her back, put it back down, and wrote something on her clipboard. She looked back at Rosalina. "Are you sore anywhere?"

Rosalina looked up at me.

"Just tell her, Rosie," I said quietly to her.

"My arms are a little sore…sometimes."

"May I check?"

She nodded and rolled up her sleeves.

The bruises actually shocked me. I didn't think there were so many and that they were so bad.

"Okay Rosalina, I think you're done. These are enough proof, not that I ever doubted you," The doctor said.

"What can we do to make the bruises heal faster?" I spoke up.

"If they bother her you can put ice where she feels sore. There are different things you can put on them too, but the best thing to do is just rest."

I nodded and hopped off the exam table, took Rosalina's hand and helped her off too. "Thank you," I said, nodding at the doctor and led the way out of the room.

We walked down the hallway to see my dad come out of one of the rooms.

Before he could say anything, I asked, "Dad, can we just please reschedule the questioning? I don't really think Rosalina's up for it."

He nodded.

We walked out of the police station and back to Dad's car. As we were driving back, I put an arm around Rosalina. "See," I said. "Everything's fine."

"Until the questioning," She mumbled.

"Hey don't think about that right now," I said, pulling her closer to me.

"I'm going to have to think about it sometime…"

"You're right, but not now."

She leaned her head on my shoulder. "I know."

"Do you want to smile for me?"

"No," She said, burying her face in my chest.

"C'mon please!" I begged.

"Nat, no…"

"Don't make me make you smile," I warned her.

I could see her grin but try to hide it. "No."

My dad pulled up in front of the apartment building and I pulled away from her to look out the window.

Reporters were surrounding the front doors to the building and when they saw our car pull up they started going crazy.

"Aw man," I groaned quietly.

"What?" Rosalina said, scoot over to the window. The minute she saw the reporters she whimpered.

"C'mon, let's go," I said, taking her arm and opening the door.

"Nat! Nat! Rosalina! Why were you seen at the police station?"

"Is it true you're going to break up?"

"Is the band taking a break?"

"Did you get into a fight with the rest of the band?"

"Nat!" She quickly grabbed my hand before I got too far away from her.

I put my arm around her again. "It's okay, just ignore them," I said quietly.

"Rosalina, is it true your father's an alcoholic?"

I could feel Rosalina tense up, but she didn't say anything. We made it inside before any of them could say anything else.

"We'll meet you upstairs in a little bit, Dad," I said.

My dad nodded and walked into the elevator.

I pulled Rosalina aside. "Don't let them get to you, that's what they want. They want to see you snap."

"But Nat, we haven't told some of our friends that my dad has gotten this bad. How do they know?" Rosalina said, quickly wiping her eyes.

"I don't know, but I'll call Cooper and we'll fix this."

"But we can't lie to the public, Nat! How else are we supposed to fix this?"

I took her wrist and pulled her into the elevator. "I'm not sure, but we'll figure something out. I promise you."

A/N-Uh oh...so reporters know about Rosalina's dad! How did they find out?! How will Nat and Rosalina deal with it?! What about the band?!

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