I whimpered and backed away from my bed. "B-big brother... w-what are you doing here?"
He just whispered, "I heard that Omegas like you have fast healing... so let's put that on an experiment, shall we?" He stepped closer, his smile widening with madness. "I wonder why Father would save an Omega like you... even though Omegas are just a breeding tool for Alphas like me. You're nothing special; you're just like the rest of the Omegas!"
He hissed as he suddenly pulled my hair towards the floor! I fell on the ground with a painful thud. "B-big brother, please... my body still hurts!"
He smiled and slowly whispered in a deadly tone, "Then good. Because you will feel more pain than I felt when Father died!" He suddenly punched my stomach with full force. I cried and begged him to stop. "B-big brother, please stop! It hurts!"
But he just stared at me while he continued to punch me. "I don't care. You're nothing to me!" He suddenly kicked my stomach and stepped on it hard! I suddenly coughed blood and my vision started to darken. He suddenly gripped my hair only to smash it on the floor! "This is what you deserve for ruining everything! Why won't you just die already?!"
He smashed it harder and harder until my body started to weaken. The floor was covered in my blood. He slowly bandaged it, not wanting for someone to notice. He just smiled and spit on me as he carried me towards the bed. "You can't die yet, little brother... we still have a lot of bonding yet to come."
The next morning, I left the bedroom limping. I noticed her in the kitchen. "M-mom... my body hurts," I touched my stomach painfully. But she stared at me with disgust and pure hatred. She shoved me away and shouted, "Can't you see I am busy?!"
She noticed I was slowly tearing up. "Can't you be like your big brother, not a crybaby? I should have left you in that hospital! You're nothing but a useless boy... a f#cking needy Omega!"
She gripped me tightly and gave me a pill. "Take one only."
"T-thank you, Mom," I whispered before I slowly limped towards my big brother's bedroom. I knocked. "B-big brother?"
He opened the door half-naked. "What is it?"
"B-big brother... c-can you give me food? I-I am hungry and Mom is busy."
He slowly let me in his room. "Don't touch anything in there. I am just gonna cook food for you. You're lucky I still care for your mental health." He patted my head. I sat on his bed and noticed my clothes covered with some white sticky liquid. I felt disgusted and ignored that my big brother is actually rutting at me.
He suddenly came back grinning. "Here's your food." Suddenly, he noticed me staring at the clothes near his bed. He laughed. "Why are you staring at your clothes? A glue got spilled on the floor last night, so I just used your shirts. You won't mind it, right?"
He gripped my arm. "Y-yes, big brother... I-I don't mind it." He grabbed the shirt and placed it near my face. It was glue.
"We're still bonding, right?" he whispered.
"Y-yes, big brother... w-we still are."
"Good boy, then. Now you can leave my bedroom."
I slowly left his room while eating the food he gave me.