My Parents Force Me to Donate Blood and Kidney Chapter 1

"Wake up, you little brat! It's time for surgery!"

I was jolted awake by a stinging slap and a barrage of curses.

By the time I fully came to, I found myself lying on the cold operating table.

"Mom, please... I don't want to do this," I pleaded, my voice trembling.

I desperately reached for my phone, hoping to call for help.

"Quit your whining! Didn't you agree to this last month? If I'm not scared, what's there for you to be afraid of?"

My stepmom, Louise Clarke, scowled in disgust. She pocketed her phone like it was radioactive, moving quickly as lightning.

Thanks to her hospital connections, Louise managed to sneak into the operating room with us.

But her eyes kept darting past me, fixated solely on my brother, Oliver Clarke.

Then, as if struck by a pang of guilt, her expression softened.

"How about this? If you just quietly donate your kidney, once your brother recovers, I'll give you ten million dollars. I'll make it up to you in the future. Isn't that what you've always wanted?"

I said nothing but tightly wrung my sleeves.

I'd said I'd consider it, but she twisted that into agreement.

I hadn't signed any donation papers, yet I was heartlessly pushed onto the operating table.

Perhaps sensing my defiance, my mom's gentle red lips transformed into a snarling maw in an instant.

"Won't listen to reason, huh? Today, you're donating whether you like it or not!"

"It is illegal!

"Please, I don't want to do this. Let me go..."

I shouted and screamed, even begged Louise, but her response was a slap across my face.

Louise looked down at me coldly as if to say my wishes were irrelevant.

"You won't die from donating a kidney! You'd rather watch your brother die with your own eyes, is that it?"

The anesthesia was slowly pushed into my body.

As consciousness faded, I heard Louise's warm words to my brother, Oliver Clarke, but they burned my ears.

"Oliver, Mom will always be by your side...

"That little brat has to donate a kidney to you today. I'll do whatever it takes, even if it costs me my life...

"Alright, alright. Once you're better, I'll buy you a watch and computer. Then you'll be off to college."

Such caring words she'd never spoken to me.

She said since she'd fed me, I owed Oliver blood and organs.

Oliver couldn't lose a kidney. She still wanted grandchildren from him.

I was trapped, helpless, as they devoured me piece by piece.

Half asleep, I heard Louise's venomous words.

"Oliver's surgery was successful? Thank God!

"What's that? Is the brat's bleeding out? Only Oliver's rare blood can save her?

"Oliver's health is fragile. He needs to get into a top university.

"That worthless girl should've died long ago! What do I care what happens to her..."

I felt abandoned, betrayed, and choked on breath and hope.

"Mom, save me! Didn't you say you wanted to make it up to me?

"I don't want to die!"

I screamed desperately in my mind, but no echo reached my ears.

I died.

I died in a putrid morgue.

I died drowning in endless hatred and resentment.

I hated them!

How could my family members be so vicious...