Married to My Enemy

by Nicole Elliot

  For as long as I could remember, I’ve always wanted to work in the medical field. I was obsessed with hospital-themed television shows and had known since I was a little girl that it was the lifestyle I craved. So when suddenly given an ultimatum between a man and my career, I gladly chose my career.

  Of course, the choice became a lot easier when Tyler turned violent about my decision, apparently deciding that he literally wanted to try knocking some sense into me. When it happened the first time, I tried to convince myself it was an accident and he hadn’t meant it. When it happened the second time, I figured he was the problem, not me. He was the one who needed help and I had contemplated whether I needed to stick around to ensure he received it. But then one night, I’d had a dream about my grandmother. It was so vivid. I could practically smell her home—a mixture of baked goods and lavender. We’d been sitting at the dining room table, and she’d been giving me the warm smile she always reserved specifically for her grandchildren. Then she reached across the table, took my hand and said, “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me three times, then I’m the damned fool.”

  When I woke up, I knew without a doubt that she was watching over me and trying to send me a sign. I knew then that I’d most certainly be a fool if I didn’t take her advice. Hence, I broke up with Tyler shortly thereafter.

  Oh boy, did he try to win me back. He made every pretty promise in the book—swore he would never lay a hand on me again for as long as he lived. I can still hear his voice pleading with me. “Tessa, baby, I won’t do it again. You know how much I love you. I will never hurt you again, I swear. I swear, baby. I swear. I’m not going to hurt you again, as long as I live.”

  I smiled, looked him straight in the eyes and said, “No, you won’t hurt me again for as long as you live because this is the last time you’re going to see me in your pathetic life. Goodbye.”

  It was one of the smartest and most satisfying decisions I had ever made. Sometimes, I still shudder at the thought of what my life would have been like if I hadn’t left him. I would have probably been living behind a white-picket fence with an unhappy household full of kids—all of us afraid and terrified each night when Daddy came home. I had certainly dodged a bullet by leaving Tyler.

  Nevertheless, I’d become lonely in the aftermath. There hadn’t been a single man to catch my eye though. Not until Dr. Evan Sholly. Yet, something told me he had caught my eye for all the wrong reasons. The thought of him coincided with a random man in a parked car catcalling at me. At the sound of his whistle, Lucy halted for an instant and growled.

  “Good girl,” I said. “Let’s go.” We were halfway to the park.

  Looks. Just like the creep who’d just whistled at me, my attraction to Dr. Sholly was all about looks because I hardly knew anything else about him. And the little I did know about him hadn’t been exactly flattering. I could still recall his haughty tone in the way he had chastised me while working on the gunshot patient. The mere memory still made my blood boil. It was people like Dr. Sholly that gave doctors a bad name.

  As we reached the park, I looked around, checking to see that the area was empty. It usually was during this time of evening, which I was always grateful for. It allowed me to unhook Lucy from her leash so that she could walk around, stretch her legs, and do her business.

  “There you go girl,” I said, releasing her from her leash. She wagged her tail and happily trotted off, while I took a seat on the bench, careful to keep my eye on her nonetheless, just in case someone happened to cross our path.

  Molly had claimed I’d just gotten the wrong impression of Dr. Sholly, but I wasn’t so sure. She had blamed his biting personality on the fact that he was ex-military. Yet, that excuse didn’t work for me. I had an uncle who’d been in the army. He was rigid, but stoic and noble. I had a hard time imagining those traits in Dr. Sholly.

  I sighed, already not liking how much of my mind Dr. Sholly was occupying after just one day of knowing him. I hated people judging me for my looks, so it certainly didn’t sit well with me that I was being such a sucker for a handsome face. Yet, even as that thought crossed my mind, I recalled how it had appeared that Dr. Sholly hadn’t been able to resist peeking at my chest. The thought brought a flush to my face.

  Right on time, Lucy trotted back to me. I hooked her leash back on and we set off for our run back home. I even managed to push thoughts of Dr. Sholly from my mind, at least until I went back home to take a shower, where I unfortunately started imagining him in the shower with me…

  “Tessa, you seriously need help,” I told myself in the foggy bathroom mirror.

  Or to at least think about what Molly said and give him another chance, a voice in my head counterargued. Everyone is prone to having a bad day every once in a while.

  CHAPTER 6

  Evan

  If I’d thought day two of working the day shift was going to get easier, I was so damn wrong. This became more than evident when the gaze of a feverish seven-year-old girl was making me sweat. I squirmed in my chair as she continued to unflinchingly stare at me.

  Her mom had stepped out to take a phone call that was lasting far too long. I didn’t have kids of my own, so I tried to refrain from judging parents too harshly. Yet, some of them really threw me for a damn loop. This little girl was sick and had a terrible fever, yet her mother saw it more important to put me on hold so that she could run her mouth on the phone. Not only was this rude, for I could be needed for another patient at any moment, but it also just seemed careless. I drummed my fingers on my knee as the girl continued to stare at me.

  “What’s your name again?” I asked.

  The girl blinked with her peaky eyes. “Sarah.”

  “Sarah. Right. Such a pretty name.”

  “Then how come you couldn’t remember it?”

  It was my turn to blink. Little smarty-pants, I thought to myself. I forced a smile. “Because it’s really early and I should still be sleeping.”

  “It’s not early. This is what time I go to school.”

  “Well, I haven’t been in school for a very long time, so this hour just isn’t practical for me.”

  “How old are you?”

  “Old.”

  “How old is old?”

  “Grown.”

  The girl crossed her little arms across her chest.

  I was reminded of yet another reason I preferred the night shift; I was no good at working with or entertaining children; they were few and far between during the night shift.

  I sighed. “So…do you like stickers, Sarah?”

  “What kind of stickers?”

  “Well, let’s see what we can find here.” I stood from my seat, trying to recall where I’d seen the nurses retrieve stickers from. I knew a stash was kept somewhere in the examining room for the children that came in. However, I had never needed to find the stash before, so I’d never really paid attention to it.

  “Where’s Mommy?” the girl asked in a slightly sad tone.

  My thoughts exactly. “I’m sure she’ll be back any moment now.” I paused in my search for the elusive stickers, and glanced back at the girl. Tears streamed down her face. Upon finding me looking at her, she hastily wiped her eyes. A lump developed in my throat at the sight of her wrists—or the marks on them, rather.

  “Sarah…?” But before I could say anything more, someone drew back the curtain to our room. For a second, I thought it was the girl’s mother. But instead, Tessa Kennery peeked in at us. Our eyes instantly met for a second that felt like an eternity before Tessa shifted her gaze to the little girl. “How are we doing in here?” she asked.

  The little girl was still rubbing her eyes. Tessa’s brow wrinkled; she was still beautiful even with a frown on her face. I stood frozen on the spot as I watched her approach the child and kneel down before her.

  “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Tessa asked.

  “I don’t feel good,” she said.

  Tessa glanced back at m
e.

  I shook my head and cleared my throat. “Sarah has a fever. She’s going to need some antibiotics. We’re just…waiting for her mom to return.”

  I saw it this time—the slight flash of panic that appeared on Sarah’s face when I mentioned her mother.

  “I see,” Tessa said. She met my eye again, and I struggled to figure out how to discreetly indicate the marks on the child’s wrist.

  “Sarah tells me that she enjoys stickers. I was just trying to find some for her, but they seem to be hiding from us.”

  “Is that so?” Tessa said, standing up. “Well, I’m sure those stickers can’t hide from me.” She winked at Sarah and crossed the room toward me. “Excuse me, doctor.” I thought I detected the slightest bit of snark in her voice, but there was no time to contemplate it. She brushed past me and our arms just grazed each other. My cock twitched in anticipation. Dammit. This was getting worse by the second.

  Behind me, she opened a cabinet I hadn’t made my way to yet. When she opened it, she pulled out a jar that contained not only stickers, but lollipops as well. She turned back towards Sarah with a smile on her face as she shook the jar at her. “You see—I told you they couldn’t hide from me!”

  Sarah giggled through her tears. “He couldn’t find them.”

  Tessa glanced at me. “Well, that’s because he’s a boy. You know, boys don’t always know as much as they think they do.”

  The significance of her comment wasn’t lost on me and I was forcibly reminded of how rude I’d been to her the day before. “I won’t deny that,” I said. Tessa glanced at me once again, as if she could decipher the thoughts behind my words.

  “Here you go, sweetie,” she said, offering the jar to Sarah. “Pick whichever ones you want.”

  Sarah reached into the jar to get a green lollipop and a sticker of some kind of Disney princess.

  Tessa gasped.

  “What?” Sarah said.

  But I already knew what had caused Tessa’s gasp; she had spotted the marks on the girl’s wrist as she reached for the sticker.

  Tessa cleared her throat. “Oh nothing,” she said. “It’s just…you remind me of someone.”

  “Who?”

  “A princess, of course. That’s how I knew you were going to pick that sticker.”

  Tessa carefully screwed the top back onto the jar and crossed the room to place it back in the cabinet. She met my eye along the way though, and I nodded, letting her know that I too had seen the marks.

  “What princess?” Sarah asked.

  “Well, let me tell you all about her.” Tessa settled down into the seat that I had previously occupied. She then launched into a story.

  “There was once a beautiful little girl who didn’t know she was a princess. One day, she woke up not feeling too good. And she was so afraid because she didn’t know what was wrong with her! So she ended up having to go to the doctor. When she got to the doctor, he checked the little girl’s eyes. And he looked into her ears. And then he checked her nose.” Tessa paused to wiggle Sarah’s nose, making the girl giggle again. “And then he placed his hand on her forehead, and he jumped. He said, ‘Why little girl, you’re burning up! Do you know what that means?’ The little girl shook her head, because she didn’t know what that meant. So he leaned in and whispered to her, ‘That means someone has put a spell on you.’”

  Sarah’s eyes widened; she was thoroughly riveted by the story.

  I, on the other hand, was thoroughly riveted by Tessa. Her ease at connecting with Sarah was astonishing. I could easily tell that she related with patients on a personal level because she cared so much. I stood there, hating myself for the way I had spoken to her the previous day.

  And my god, was she gorgeous. I found myself staring at her lips as she spoke. They were so shapely, and looked so soft, they’d be perfect around my cock.

  “The little girl asked who in the world could have put a spell on her,” Tessa continued. “And the doctor told her, ‘Someone who is very jealous of you, because you are so young and beautiful and will one day have a handsome prince who wants to take you as his bride!’”

  “Yuck!” Sarah exclaimed.

  Tessa laughed, her face brightening and those impossibly blue eyes of hers sparkling. “Oh, you won’t be saying ‘yuck’ to that in a few years!”

  “What happened next?” Sarah asked, apparently done considering whether she’d someday want a handsome prince.

  “The doctor asked the little girl if she knew anyone who wanted to hurt her, or had tried to hurt her before in the past. And the little girl—she was nervous because she was afraid she would get in trouble if she told the truth. So she decided she would have to keep it a secret. Besides, she wasn’t even sure if the people who had tried to hurt her before could do magic. So she convinced herself that she didn’t have to tell. ‘I don’t know,’ the little girl told the doctor.

  “ ‘I guess I’m just going to have to figure this out for myself,’ the doctor replied. But he knew he couldn’t really do it all alone. So he called a few of his friends and asked if any of them had psychic powers to figure out who had put a spell on this beautiful little girl. But unfortunately, none of them were psychic. So you know what they had to do then?”

  “What?” Sarah asked.

  “They had to play detective!”

  “Like Inspector Gadget!”

  “Yes! Exactly like Inspector Gadget!”

  “Did it work?”

  “Well, the doctor and his friends, they searched all around the kingdom, trying to figure out who was casting evil spells. They went from door to door. But they couldn’t find out who did it. So they started to feel discouraged, and feared they would never know who hurt the little girl. And this worried them all a great deal, because they hated seeing such a beautiful little princess feeling bad. They wanted her to be happy and healthy.”

  “Did they ever find the bad people?”

  Tessa exchanged a quick glance with me, letting me know that she too, had caught on to the fact that the little girl asked about bad people, not a bad person.

  “Well, the little princess could see how worried the doctor and his friends were. And she saw how hard they were trying to help her. So she eventually decided that maybe she needed to go ahead and let them know who had tried hurting her before because deep down, the little girl knew that these people probably really were the ones casting spells on her. So after thinking about it for a long time, the little princess finally went up to her doctor and said, ‘I think I know who did it. I remember now!’ And she told the doctor and his friends about the bad people who had been mean to her and hurt her before. She told them that more than likely, these were the people who were jealous of her, and they had probably found ways to cast evil spells meant to hurt her.

  “The doctor and his friends were so happy the little princess told them, because she was right! So they found the bad people and made sure the little girl never got hurt again. And then the little girl grew up, met a handsome prince, and lived happily ever after.”

  Sarah had stopped crying completely now and seemed to consider the story. We all sat in silence for a moment until Tessa spoke again. “Sarah, I want you to be brave like the little princess, okay? You have to be brave while Dr. Sholly and I figure out how to make you feel better, and make sure nobody can put any evil spells on you, all right?”

  “All right,” Sarah said, nodding her head. “Can you open my lollipop for me?”

  “Of course.”

  Just as Tessa opened the lollipop, the curtain was drawn back once again. This time, it was Sarah’s mother.

  “Sorry for the wait, doc,” she said in a half-hearted apology. “So, what I miss? What’s wrong with her?”

  I glanced at Tessa. “Thank you, Tessa. Can you give us a moment?”

  “Sure thing, Dr. Sholly,” she said, and then made her exit.

  CHAPTER 7

  Tessa

  “Yes, she’s seven-years-old and has suspicious markings on
her wrist,” I said over the phone. “And she seemed a little bit uncomfortable with her mother. She was just here a couple hours ago. She was suffering from a viral infection and fever.”

  “Thank you so much for filing the report, Ms. Kennery. We will be investigating the case shortly.”

  “Okay. Thank you.” With a heavy sigh, I ended the call just as Molly entered our break room, carrying her lunch with her and looking like she wanted nothing more than for the day to end.

  “How’s it going, Molly?” I asked.

  “I was about to say it’s going too busy, you look even more worn out than me. What’s wrong now, doll?”

  I crossed the room and sat beside her at the table. “I just had to report a case of possible child abuse. I was just on the phone with Child Protective Services.”

  “Oh no. I’m sorry.”

  “Yeah. This sweet little seven-year-old girl has scarring on her wrists. I just saw her this morning. I was assigned to help Dr. Sholly again, and he was examining her. She was brought in for her fever.”

  “It’s always hard when you see kids getting hurt. Any idea who’s abusing her?”

  “Not really, although she did seem a little uncomfortable with her mom. Her mom wasn’t even in the room with most of the time though.”

  “Where was she?”

  “I’m not sure. I didn’t get a chance to ask. She eventually returned and Dr. Sholly sent me out.”

  “Well, rest assured you did the right thing.”

  “I know. The important thing is making sure she’s going to be okay.”

  “Exactly.”

  “Guess I may as well take my lunch too. Be right back, Molly.” I stood up and headed to the refrigerator to get my lunch.

  “So—you were assigned to Evan again today, eh?” Molly called out to me in a teasing voice.

  I tried unsuccessfully to suppress a smirk as I made my way back over to the table with my lunch. “So.”

  Molly laughed. “So did the two of you behave today?”

  “We had no choice. The little girl was there.”