Chapter 4 Playing Doctor

I felt better and more confident heading to school. I knew Emma would be there and she would help make things more bearable. I got onto the bus and took my usual empty seat in the back. It was easier to ignore the stares and whispers from other students now—their gossip didn’t matter.

I waited anxiously as the bus rounded the corner to the next stop. Several people got on first but then there was Emma, smiling and waving at me. I hadn’t realized until I saw her that part of me still felt like it had been a dream that I had found a friend.

“Good morning,” she said, sitting next to me.

“Good morning, how are you today?” I asked.

“I’m doing good, though I’m a bit tired. I stayed up too late doing homework,” Emma explained. “What about you?”

I thought about the strange encounter with Dylan and Gar yesterday. I thought about how I felt afterward and my time alone in my room. All the uncomfortable and confused feelings rushed back. I forced them quickly from my mind.

“It was fine,” I lied. “Nothing too crazy.”

She smiled and we talked together about the upcoming day and the homework we each had.

When the bus stopped at the school we waited for most others to get off. Anastasia was still sitting in her seat near the front, engaged in a heavy conversation with her second-in-command, Brittany.

I was surprised she had gone so long without saying anything to me but I didn’t want to question it. I headed to the door on the bus with Emma. As I moved to leave I felt hands heavy on my back and suddenly found myself falling face-first into the ground. I felt a tear on my cheek instantly and then a shooting pain up my leg.

“Rhea! Rhea, are you okay?” Emma screamed. Her voice was almost drowned out by Anastasia’s callous laughter.

“Oops! I didn’t see you there!” Anastasia said sarcastically. She pretended for a moment to be terribly upset but then burst out laughing again. “Oh wait, yes I did. Maybe you’ll do better next time to not get in my way!”

Emma looked for a moment like she wanted to charge at Anastasia. I held her arm tightly until Anastasia and her gang drifted away.

“Don’t fight her. She’s awful, I know, but you don’t need to make things worse for yourself,” I explained.

“This is not right though! She shouldn’t be allowed to treat you this way. I mean look at your leg!” she exclaimed.

I looked down at my leg for the first time and saw there was a huge gash near my shin. It was bleeding profusely and the sharp pain echoed in my head.

“I think it got caught on the step of the bus. Those things are so sharp and jagged,” Emma explained. “Come on, let’s get you to the nurse.”

Emma helped me up and I leaned against her as we hobbled to the nurse’s office. Emma continued to explain how unacceptable it was that other students would treat me this way. She then went on to explain how it was even worse that the school staff just allowed it and never intervened. I had no energy to explain to her that nothing was going to change. I was long past that and now just focused on getting out.

“Oh goodness! What happened?” Nurse Jones exclaimed as she met us in the entryway. She helped Emma carry me to the back doctor's table.

“We were getting off the bus—” Emma started to explain with malice in her tone. I grabbed her arm tightly again.

“I fell and caught the step on my leg,” I said, giving Emma a death glare. She kept her mouth shut.

“Goodness, well, give me just a moment. We need to clean and sanitize this wound before I can bandage it up.”

Nurse Jones disappeared into the back room and Emma looked at me sternly.

“Why not just tell her the truth?”

“Look, at worst she gets a slap on the wrist and an order from the principal not to do it again. There will be no real punishment for her, not with who her father is. Then after she fake apologizes, things would get a lot worse for me because I told on her,” I explained. Emma sighed.

“This is not okay,” she muttered.

I weakly smiled. “Yeah, you need to let go of that. The only thing we can do is focus on getting out. It’s too late to make this situation better,” I admitted. Before Emma could object, nurse Jones came back into the room and started working instantly on my wound. It stung and I held my breath.

When she finished cleaning she put a gauze wrap on it and tied it up. Then she moved to the small cut on my cheek.

“Here’s some extra gauze to change out your bandage. Do that when you get home, alright?” She asked. I nodded. “Please be more careful next time, Rhea.”

I weakly smiled.

Emma helped me walk to my first period. My teacher seemed more irritated than anything else when I walked in. I took my seat quickly and thanked Emma.

The rest of the day went by slowly and was increasingly more difficult. Emma met me after every class and helped walk me to my next.

At lunch, I had to have her take me back to the nurse for some pain killers.

“Maybe you should go home early today. I’m not sure it’s worth it for you to stay and try to struggle,” Emma offered.

I sighed. I could only imagine the harassment I’d get for going home early. I tried to decide if it was worth it. I couldn’t imagine getting around for another three hours.

“I have no one to pick me up. I can’t walk home, obviously,” I answered.

Emma frowned. She had clearly not considered that.

“Maybe we can get you an Uber or something?” Emma suggested.

“Oh no, we’d need consent from a parent or guardian to release her from school. We can’t let her just drive off with anyone,” Nurse Jones said, coming back with some water.

I sighed. There was no way anyone at home would agree to that.

“That’s all right. Thank you, anyway,” I muttered.

Emma’s frown increased. “Maybe she can just stay here? Off her feet?” Emma asked.

Nurse Jones shrugged. “I don’t have a problem with that.”

I sighed. I knew it would probably be better for me but I couldn’t help worrying about the repercussions.

“Can I stay with her?” Emma asked in a tone that told Nurse Jones she didn’t really have a choice. Nurse Jones looked at her for a while before finally throwing up her hands and walking away.

Emma and I talked until the end of the school day. We started off talking about my injury and why Anastasia was such a bitch. It then evolved to talking about people we liked and more into our future. We talked about the kind of lives we wanted and the people we wanted to surround ourselves with.

For a long time, I felt certain I wanted to just be alone. But hanging out with Emma reminded me that just finding good people would be better.

At the end of the day, Emma helped me onto the bus. Anastasia was already there, smirking and whispering. Emma glared at her as we moved to the back.

When I finally made it home, all I wanted was to go to my room and rest. As I walked in the house it was weirdly quiet. Most of the lights were off and I couldn’t hear the usual video games and other noises of the boys.

I hobbled through the living room and almost jumped out of my skin when I heard a voice.

“Where have you been? It’s late. You're supposed to come back earlier to do the laundry, I need my shirt tomorrow. I remember I told you that yesterday, Rhea.”

I turned around and saw Ezekiel sitting on the sofa. His piercing eyes were on me now. I swallowed hard. I was responsible for all the laundry too, but I totally forgot this because of what the twins did to me yesterday.

“Sorry, I will do it now. You will get your shirt tomorrow,” I muttered and took a few steps back.

Usually, he wouldn’t let me off easily as long as he caught me making mistakes even though I just brought him coffee without using his favorite cup. He was demanding and controlling, and sometimes could be scary, so I’d rather stay with the twins or Lionel than be alone with him. Although I am not sure which was worse now after what happened yesterday—stay alone with the twins or Ezekiel.

I apologized and hoped that Zek would let me go today. Zek frowned. He covered the distance between us in just a few easy steps. He looked at the bandage on my leg and then narrowed his eyes on me again.

“What happened to your leg?”

I sighed. I didn’t want to tell him I was having trouble with Anastasia. I worried that he would support her and say I deserved it. It was already strange that he was so concerned.

“I, um, I fell getting off the bus,” I lied. Zek narrowed his eyes on me.

“So you are too stupid you don’t know how to walk now?” Zek sneered.

I bit my bottom lip and didn’t say anything. I just wanted to go back to my room and have some rest, but of course, I had to do the laundry first.

“You are not going to say anything? Tell me what happened, Rhea.”

“I am fine, there is nothing wrong with my leg,” I insisted and looked at him directly in the eyes, trying to tell him to leave me alone.

Why did he even care about me anyway? He never did it before.

Without any response, I tried to avoid him and went to the bathroom. His eyes darkened as he saw me limping, but I pretended to ignore it. I gasped as the wound hurt.

Instantly, without a word, he grabbed my wrists and wrapped them around his neck. He then reached down and picked me up by my ass. I had never been this close to him before. He kept his hands tight on my ass and pressed me into him before carrying me off toward his room.

I was too stunned to say anything or object. Zek shut the door as soon as we walked in and then put me on the bed. He looked at me strangely and then moved closer, spreading my legs apart.

But I instinctively closed my legs. He gazed down at me, a warning behind those eyes, and then pulled my leg up again and took off the gauze.

“I-I have more in my bag. I’m supposed to clean and rewrap it,” I explained.

He looked at me again and I shut my mouth instantly. I wasn’t sure what he was thinking but he was beyond intimidating.

I reached into my backpack and took out the gauze. I watched tentatively as he wrapped my wound. I muttered and panicked inside. It surprised me that Zek would care about me, not to mention help me to wrap my wound.

Most of time Zek was indifferent or harsh to me or just bullied me with his brothers, so I always stayed away from him. I knew he didn’t like me because I was an Omega so I didn’t expect him to treat me nice, but it was different today.

Maybe he didn’t hate me that much, I thought.

“Thank you,” I muttered, feeling relieved. At least he didn’t make my day much worse.

“You are welcome, little sis.” He smirked and his hand grabbed my leg tightly. It didn’t leave when he was done with wrapping. “But I wouldn’t be happy so soon if I were you,” he said.

He stood up and approached me, pushing me on the bed. He put his other hand on the bed while one was holding my leg. My body was laid out beneath him and I started to panic as I saw his dangerous smile.

“Zek… Let me go.”

I tried to pull my leg from his hand, but I used too much strength and I felt that I kicked on something. I heard a groan and his husky voice.

“Stop kicking or I will break your leg.” He let me go and I quickly stood up.

Zek looked at me with deep blue eyes and I could feel his breathing became heavier. The look on his face made me blush, and I suddenly realized which part of his body I kicked. This was awkward and I swore I didn’t mean it. Maybe he shouldn’t have pushed me on the bed in the first place.

After what the twins did to me yesterday, I was a little sensitive right now.

“I am sorry, I just tried to get up.” I calmed myself down and told myself it was just an accident. “I need to go now. I have to do the laundry,” I said.

I really wanted to leave the room. I couldn’t stay with Zek alone anymore because things started to feel wrong.

“Not yet, Rhea. Are you sure there are no other wounds on you?” Zek stood before me and looked at me with his dangerous smile again. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered.

“W-what?” I stumbled. He looked irritated for a moment.

“Take off your clothes,” he demanded again and overpronounced each word carefully. I swallowed hard and started to follow his instructions. “You can leave your bra and underwear on,” he amended when he saw me moving toward my bra straps.

I felt a little relieved.

I stood up and pulled off my shorts and then remembered I was wearing kind of a lacy thong. I could feel my cheeks getting red. I sat back down and Zek got on his knees in front of me. He spread my legs apart and started examining the rest of me. I could feel his eyes roaming around every inch of my body, my neck, my breast, his gaze traveling downward.

He let his fingers linger from my neck and down to my thighs, between my legs, touching my skin until my panties grew wet. I started breathing heavily.

This was starting to feel wrong. Why was he doing this?

He moved up and gripped my hips tightly and spread my ass. He reached his fingers in and I let out a gasp of shock. Zek smirked, seeming pleased with this reaction.

“Zek, please don’t,” I said with a trembling voice, hoping that he would stop.

He then moved his hands up to my breasts and gripped them firmly. He played with my nipples until they were hard in his fingers. My body started tingling again, giving me pleasurable electric shocks like it had with Dylan and Gar.

When his hands reached up towards my neck and his fingers brushed against the scrap, his moved so close I could feel his breath.

“Stop lying, you like this, Rhea.”

“I don’t! Why are you doing this?” His words irritated me and woke me up from the pleasure I shouldn’t enjoy. I pushed him away and looked at him with angry eyes.

It hurt when he said that, like I was the only reason they did this to me, but I was not.

As soon as I spoke, Zek moved back and took his hands off me. He looked furious and I regretted speaking.

“You are a worthless Omega, okay? I don’t like you or want you but Father rescued you and thinks you are important. We are responsible for looking after you. I had to make sure you weren’t seriously hurt anywhere else. That’s it. Now get out,” he ordered.

I felt even more confused. I felt like I had been on a strange rollercoaster of emotions. What was happening? I got dressed quickly and realized that Zek had a huge erection. I stared at it and then up at him. He looked even more furious.

“Are you suddenly deaf? Get out. Now.”

I didn’t waste any more time. I got out of there and wondered what had just happened. The same shit happened again. First, it was the twins, now Ezekiel. I didn’t know what happened to them that made them want to play with me like a sex doll.

To me, it made my life worse and I felt worse about myself. The most hurtful part was every time I was the one to blame. I started down the hall feeling the tears coming.

As I turned the corner I ran smack into a warm brace.

“

Rhea? What happened? Are you crying?”

It was Lionel. He pulled me out of his arms and looked at me strangely.