~ The Hemming/Styles Home For Wayward Girls~

Chapter 3

Chey woke up stiff. She had no recollection of falling asleep and surprisingly, none of the guys had come to bother her. They didn't even bring her any food and her stomach was howling at the mistreatment.Chey climbed off the cot and went over to the door to see if she could get something to eat but found the door locked. When did they come lock the door. she peeked through the little window to see if anyone was in the hall but saw nothing but a clock on the wall. It read 10:38. That had to be P.M since she was in court at 10:30 this morning.She was just going to have to wait until morning for food. She decided to turn off the dim light and go back to sleep.

She was almost asleep when the door was flung open and a guy in a Doctor's coat stepped in giving Chey a what the feck look seeing her laying there.

"Who gave you permission to sleep?",he barked at her.

"I didn't know I needed permission since they left me in here."

"You need permission to do anything other than chores or school work!" he barks again.

Chey, suddenly terrified, just by the looks he is giving her, backed as close as she can to the wall. Another one with a mood problem. Chey was beginning to think some of the staff here was borderline bipolar.

"Well, are you just going to sit there or are you going to get off your lazy and come with me? Mr. Styles wants you to have your wellness check up."

At the mention of a wellness checkup, Chey flew off the bed and stood in front of the guy.

"By the way, I'm Dr. Hood and should addess me as so.I don't answer to Mr. or any form of'hey'. Is that clear?"

Chey nodded her head in agreement.

"I can not hear your nod, answer me with words, goddamit!"

"Ye-s-s,Sir",Chey answered nervously.

"That's right, use your words. You're learning already", he said patting Chey on the head like a puppy.

She bit her tongue in order to not scream at this prick. He seemed like a real asshole and since it was clear that he was the doctor around here, she didn't want to get on his bad side. God only knew what he could do to her since she was like a whole person smaller than he was.

"Come along and stay close behind me as the hallways are quite dim", he ordered and went out of her door. Chey had no choice but to follow along.

He took her by the arm and led her along the long hall only illuminated by the flickering of the out of date lights attached high up on the wall. If one were to listen, you could hear the electricity crackle around the metal cage that held the bulb to the wall. This place just kept getting creepier for Chey.

Yanking her by the arm Dr. Asshole pushes her through a door and flips the light switch on. He goes to a shelf and tosses her an old hospital gown,"Put that on and hop on the table. I several test to run on you then Dr.Irwin will test to see if you are indeed a virgin."

Chey was tired of them bringing that up and threw the gown on the floor, "So what if I haven't had sex before, why is it so damn important for you guys to know?"

Dr. Hood glared at Chey and stepped forward, backing her against the table,"One, you will never raise your voice to me. Two, you will not question the procedures here,Mr. Styles has a reason for everything as well as Mr. Hemmings. You willd o as you're told the second you are told to do it or I will fill you so full of medication, you will have no idea if you are coming or going. Do you feel me now?"

"Yes,I'm sorry." 

"Then why isn't your ass changed and on that table?"