Page 16 of An Unhinged Wedding

When we get into Savannah’s room, she’s hiding under the blankets with them pulled under her neck. She’s scared.

“Savannah, this is Dr. Cruise. She needs to examine you. I’ll wait downstairs.”

She begins trembling, tears rolling down her cheeks, “Please don’t go-o,” she cries loudly.

“Do you want me to stay?”

Savannah nods, “Ye-s-s.”

I look at Dr. Cruise, and she smiles, so I say, “Okay I’ll stay.”

Sitting beside Savannah, I slowly pull the covers down and take her hand, “It’s going to be okay. Dr. Cruise is very nice and gentle.”

Dr. Cruise smiles at Savannah, “Hi Savannah. I’m Dr. Cruise. I’m going to touch you, but I won’t touch any private places without your permission, okay?”

Gently, she touches her face, “Does this hurt?”

“A little, but not much.”

Dr. Cruise removes her hands from Savannah, “I need to pull your shirt up.”

She looks at me like she’s seeking permission, and I nod. Savannah says, “Okay.”

I fight the gasp when I see the bite marks all over her breasts. Maybe it’s because it was so long ago, but this almost feels worse than when I went through it myself. Watching another girl go through this is torture. There’s a knock at the door, so I tell Savannah, “I’ll be right back, sweetheart.”

I go to the door, slip out, and find Trevor, Max, and Hunter standing there.

“Dr. Cruise is examining her. I can’t be long. I promised I’d stay with her.”

Trevor pulls me into a hug and whispers in my ear, “Are you okay, Kitten?”

His scent, the way his arms feel wrapped around me, instills a peace in me I desperately need.

“I will be. I need to be there for her.”

He whispers, “You’re such a good girl, baby. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

I pull away from him before I get emotional. I can’t go in there, breaking down. Savannah needs me to be strong for her.

“You guys can wait downstairs. Hopefully it won’t be long.”

Max says, “Yeah, I’ll need to know the course of treatment, if any.”

I nod, “Okay.”

Opening the door, I head back in, and Dr. Cruise gives me a sad look before she turns back to Savannah.

“I need to check for internal injuries.”

Savannah says, “Okay.”

Dr. Cruise says, “I need to insert two fingers inside your vagina.”

I walk over to the side of the bed and climb up beside her.

“Hold my hand.”

She does as she stares at me with wide, petrified eyes.

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