Use Me Like A Drug (omegaverse bl)-Chapter 116: Don’t take me back

C/W dark Chapter, referenced sexual assault, dissociation

Yujun’s POV

The giggles around me are annoying.

I lift my head to give them a warning glare and they quiet down.

"Come on let’s go" one of the girls says to her friend.

They give me a good distance before they talk again.

"Ever since he presented an alpha, he has been so weird" the other girl says, trying to be subtle but unaware that I can still hear them.

I lower my head again to pay attention to my book.

If I fail this exam, presenting as a disgusting curse would be the least of my worries.

Since I presented, father has come to hating me in a new way, he never liked me anyways but now...its worse.

My only solace is coming to school, even at school, I am not permitted to have friends

I see my schoolmates sitting together to talk about their presentation, to share the pain and to console each other.

I dare not join them.

The screams of the man that confirmed that I wasn’t dying but presenting as an omega is locked in my memory.

The moment the title slipped out of his mouth, my father put a bullet through his head, spilling his blood on my body.

"Again! Bring a better doctor, who is this quack?" he had roared, spittle dropping the way they do when he yells.

I was naked and shaking, my body was doing strange new things and no one cared.

My stomach was hurting, and I could only cry, clench my teeth and dig my nails into my sides.

"Shut up!" my father shouted at me, throwing his gun at me as he does.

The bump the metal left is still on my head even two months after it all.

I can’t sit and tell my classmates that two more clueless and innocent doctors confirmed that the first son of the Choi clan is a myth, a male omega, and ended up dying.

"We will kill him, and I will create a new son" father had said with his gun pointed at me.

That day I had looked at my father, covered in sweat, tears, saliva and slick, and I couldn’t even beg for my life.

How?

I closed my eyes and waited for the bullet when the door opened.

I heard footsteps and a whisper; "sir, remember you can’t have kids, the medical reports from the infection" the man says.

"Fine" father said and put down the gun.

"Fine, he better not bring me shame, train him to be an alpha" father said and walked out of the room.

"Get up" the man commanded.

"Choi Yujun" a voice calls and I look up, it’s father.

I scramble to my feet; father has never visited me before in school.

"Father" I say and bow deeply to greet him.

My Noona is behind him with her arms folded and shades on.

"Get your things we are going home" he says and I hurriedly pack my bag, wondering what I must have done wrong in the past few days.

My body is shaking with fear.

’Think Yujun, have you done anything lately?’ I keep a straight face while my inside is melting

I have been taught to swallow unnecessary emotions; alphas don’t look stupid with expression feelings.

We get into the car and my noona passes her phone to me, four days had been ticked on it.

I look at her with confusion, what is this for?

"Your heat starts tomorrow" she says and I wince

I don’t want to go through that again; I’ve had three heats since my presentation and all of them turned out to be something I never want to experience again.

"Yes" I say in agreement, steeling myself for the unescapable cramps and leaks and pains.

Nothing else is said, the day goes by fast and I am lying on the floor in the room with a strange man over me.

The pain. The force. The biting.

My own family ignored my screams all through the three days and when it was over, I am told to clean my mess.

Going back to school was hard, I hold my backpack strap as I walk down the hallway.

No one knows, no one is aware that I am bleeding at my entrance, that my ankle was broken, that I am going to the bathroom with a stolen razor.

"Get out" I say to the group of boys in the bathroom and they run out, not wanting to cross a Choi Alpha...if only they knew.

I set my bag down and reach for the razor.

It’s sharp, new and perfect.

I don’t waste time in pressing it to my wrist and...

"Wake up" a voice says and I open my eyes.

Chan is hovering over me with a concerned look on his face.

"That’s a relief, you seemed to be having a bad dream" he says and touches my forehead.

I’m too tired to turn away from his touch, so I stay, his hand is cool.

"What?" I ask.

"I could hear and smell your discomfort-" he says.

"What are you doing in here?" I ask with a tired sigh.

"The number you had called earlier called back, I wanted to check if you’ve woken up and saw you...struggling" he says.

Yunah.

"Give it to me" I say and hold out my hand.

"You would have to call back" he says softly, watching how my hands shake.

My sister.

I want to scold her but most of all, I need to know she’s okay.

I dial the number again and wait for the call to be accepted.

"You should calm down a bit, your heart is pounding a bit too fast" Chan says, "shut up" I snarl at him.

"Sorry" he says bashfully and the call gets accepted.

"Yah, Choi Yunah, you punk" I say, sitting up to scold her.

"Why didn’t you tell me about it? Why didn’t you tell me I am pregnant?" I ask and I’m met with silence.

"Hello?" I say and pull back to phone to make sure the call is still connected.

"Yunah" I call her name.

"Yunah is not here" the person says and my blood runs cold.

No.

NO.