Chapter 3

Olivia's POV:

I swear I saw the look of desire cross Mark's eyes, as his lips parted to say something, but the door to my hospital room burst open and my foster mother, Nancy George, walked in, accompanied by her daughter, Emily.

Their eyes locked on Mark and me, who were so close together on my bed.

Oh no! Not again, I pondered, as I could feel my heart beating loudly in my chest.

To my shock, Nancy didn't scream at me like I had expected her to do. And I remember Dr. Sam's warning to Mark that he would have my foster mother arrested for my sake. But that didn't stop her from peering at me contemptuously.

"What's going on here, Mark? Why are you here? Shouldn't you be in the basketball field, preparing for your match for today?" asked Nancy, as she peered at her son angrily.

"Good morning, Mom. I already called my coach and he said the match will not start until 12 p.m. today," Mark replied with a calm voice, but his mother frowned.

"Mmm. So why are you here to check on Olivia? You should stay away from her. You can have any girl in this pack that you want. Why are you hovering around this worthless, wolfless girl? Do you want to bring shame to our family!" Nancy demanded, as she stood glaring at Mark.

My head was aching, and I held my aching head, as I remembered each word that Nancy used to insult me every day of my life.

I wasn't the only child born on a moonless night, but I was the only one whose parents rejected me, and I ended up getting adopted by a family that wouldn't fail to taunt me with it.

"Mom, you have no right to tell me how I should treat Olivia. She is still my sister, as I have grown up having her around. If you don't have anything good to say, then leave!" Mark spat, pointing at the door, and my jaw dropped.

"What? You are sending me away because of this thing? You will surely bring her home, and I will deal with her by myself. Let's go, Emily! We shouldn't have come here to check on the slut!" Nancy shouted, her hand reaching to drag her daughter as she led Emily away.

Emily wore a short black dress and a pair of brown shoes. She glared at me as our gaze met, but seeing her older brother in the room, she was afraid of Mark, so she held her tongue and ran out after her mother.

"You don't have to be scared of them," Mark said, his deep voice breaking my chain of thought but not enough to calm my rapid heartbeat.

"But, they're your family, right? If you keep causing problems for me and your family, how do you expect me to cope? Just stay away from me!" I cried and yelled at Mark, sending him away too. He cannot be acting like he cared for me, when he was obviously making his mother hate me even more.

"Hey, relax, I am still here and I haven't gone," Mark refused to leave, and I ended up shedding tears and screaming at him, "Get out! Leave me alone!"

Doctor Sam and another female nurse came rushing into the hospital room that I was admitted into.

"What's going on here? Mark, you have to take your leave. You're not helping your sister to recover by staying here. Do you want her to suffer more strain on her head? Leave!" Dr. Sam's voice was harsh, as he pointed at the door for Mark to leave.

Mark looked at me and then at Dr. Sam. "Fine, I will leave," he replied, his voice calm as he walked ahead to the door. Once he reached the door, he pulled it open and exited the room, and I burst out crying on the bed.

"It's okay, everything will be fine," Dr. Sam said with a soothing voice, but I didn't want to hear him out.

"Everything cannot be fine, doctor. What do I do if my family sends me away? I have no family or friends to accommodate me?" I sobbed on the bed. I could feel Mark's presence behind the door.

Dr. Sam heaved a sigh and asked, "Can you come and stay with me? I can offer you an accommodation at my home."

"No…" Before I could finish my response, Mark stormed back into the room and grasped Dr. Sam by his shirt, lifting him off the ground with the level of strength that I didn't know he had.

"You fụcking ásshole. Why are you trying to snatch my sister to come and live with you?" Mark growled at Dr. Sam.

"Mark, let go of Dr. Sam!" I yelled at him, shocked by his entrance.

Mark glared at Dr. Sam and let go of him. "You shouldn't listen to him. I am sure he has ulterior motives for asking you to come to his house. Do not worry. I will speak to Mom and Dad when I get home, and they will not hurt you again. Alright?"

Mark's eyes locked with mine, and something in the way that he peered at me made me want to believe that he will be able to speak to his family. But wouldn't that worsen the whole situation? As I looked between Mark and Dr. Sam, who adjusted his shirt after Mark had grabbed him.

Dr. Sam spat, "Mark, I do not understand why you are not allowing Olivia to move out of your parents' home? She is almost 18 years old, or already 18, because we are not so sure of her date of birth. So you cannot be a controlling freak of a brother. I am only trying to help her, and your threat won't prevent me from offering to help her. As a doctor, my duty is to save lives. So my offer is still on."

"Olivia," Dr. Sam turned to face me and said, "Whenever you're ready to move out of your foster parents' home, you can come to my place. My sister spoke so much about you and your academic performance. I wouldn't want your intelligence to go to waste, so when you feel a need to move out, you can reach out to me."

"Mmmm…" Mark glared at Dr. Sam, who stood unfazed as he spoke to me softly.

"Okay, Doctor. I will consider your offer later. Thank you," I said, feeling relief.

Dr. Sam smiled, glared at Mark, and walked away from the room with the nurse.

As the door closed, Mark looked at me intensely and asked, "You are not serious about moving to his house, right? He's a man; what makes you think that he doesn't have any ulterior motives against you?"

I pouted my lips, unable to reply, and Mark drew near me on the bed, suffocating me with his forest grass scent as he said, "Trust me, Olivia. I will speak to my parents."

"Fine, but if they don't change, I will move out," I replied, shifting my gaze to lock with his face. So close that I could feel my heart beating faster.