Page 74 of Petals and Strings
Before I could sit, someone grabbed my arm and yanked me back.
“Not here.”
The same nurse from before. I yanked my hand away as the group stood behind me.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” I bit out. “I’m not a fucking child. If you can’t control yourself, then maybe you shouldn’t work here.”
Her look was feral, the beta’s teeth baring as if she were gearing up for a fight.
“I fucking dare you to touch me again,” I told her, voice even now even as rage coursed through me.
It had been a while since I felt this on edge, my emotions whiplashing around me. My omega was closer now, protective this time, instead of retreating like she’d done in the past.
We’d almost forged a new bond. One that rose from the ashes of the pain we’d endured.
My omega knew we were safe now and was coming out more, giving me a sense of feeling whole, and refusing to let us ever be in that position again.
This time, I wasn’t going down without a fight. No one would push us around again.
We’d had enough.
“You’ll do nothing,” she sneered. “Sit down with your new group or you can go to isolation.”
“Then send me there,” I challenged. She hated that I was nonchalant, not giving her a rise like she wanted or was likely used to. Now, if she threw me in, she’d look unhinged.
With a tight grip on my arm, she shoved me toward the guards, several patients outside of my group started standing up and protesting. The guards caught me, hauling me easily toward isolation.
Did I feel untouchable? No. I just refused to be used and walked on. This entire place was a fucking joke and I was going to do everything in my power to get it shut it down for good.
Fuck every one of the assholes who just wanted us as mindless zombies. This couldn’t be an easy job but it wasn’t our duty to make our pain and trauma more palatable for anyone else.
“Should have known she was a bad seed when she got Theo kicked out,” she said to the guard as she took the lead.
“What, was he fucking you?” I asked. It was crass but I had to know.
Was this just retaliation?
Her sharp eyes narrowed at me over her shoulder. “What we do is none of your concern.”
That was answer enough.
“You do know he wanted me on my knees for him,” I continued on. Her hands tightened to fists as her entire body tensed. “He uses patients to get off. You want someone like that?”
“Lies,” she hissed.
Our conversation ended as I was shoved unceremoniously into an isolation room. The plain, white room with barely any furniture was far better than my own room that was all wrong.
I sat down in the corner of the room farthest from the door. My eyes slid closed as I sank down, choosing to use my voice since I knew damn well I’d get no violin in here.
Music was my escape and I used it now to calm my rising emotions and racing heart.
They couldn’t break me any more than I already was. I’d take every med change, every bad staff member, and every effort to keep us apart.
Endure. Survive.
Then when I was out of here I’d do anything to burn this place to the ground.
Did the Omega Network have any idea how far this had fallen from their purpose?
