My Parents Force Me to Donate Blood and Kidney Chapter 2

When I opened my eyes, I found myself back in that so-called home.

For the first time, I was served spaghetti at the dinner table, a treatment I'd never experienced before.

Louise flashed a smile and said, "Grace, Oliver is anemic now. You'll have to donate blood for him, won't you?"

Dad's voice was low but carried an undeniable command.

"You're siblings, both with the rare blood type. You need to help each other out."

He always talked about family harmony, but that harmony never included me.

I didn't pick up my fork.

Eating this meal meant giving in to Louise's demands.

The atmosphere at the table suddenly grew cold. Seeing I wasn't touching my food, Louise slammed her bowl down with a loud crack.

"You ungrateful brat!

"Do you want your brother to be sick forever?"

I shot Louise an icy glare. "When Dad wasn't home, you were supposed to take care of me. Instead, you fed me leftovers and sometimes didn't let me eat at all. I don't know if Oliver really has anemia, but I sure do.

"Hey Mom, why don't you donate some blood to me first?"

Dad's face hardened, but he didn't jump to Louise's defense.

Louise arched an eyebrow, feigning concern as she handed me some honey water.

"Don't make up stories just because you don't like me. What this family needs most is harmony, you understand?"

Louise had always made me eat scraps, and now she was preaching about harmony and love.

How ironic!

I turned to my dad, my voice shaking. "Dad... don't you remember? I can't eat honey. It makes me sick to my stomach."

Dad's face darkened as he glanced at a nervous-looking Louise.

Louise shot me a dirty look while putting on a show of piling shrimp onto my plate.

"Here, eat up. The shrimp will do you good. Mom's only asking for a little blood donation. No need to stir up trouble," she said with fake sweetness.

Nice. She was flipping the script on me.

I put on my best-hurt face. "Mom, you're so careless. You know I break out in hives from shrimp. Dad made such a big deal about reminding you. Don't tell me you forgot?"

Louise had always doted on her precious son, never sparing a thought for me.

Now she was trying to play the doting mother in front of Dad.

If she wanted to put on an act, I'd play along.

Dad clenched his fists, his voice getting more challenging with each word. "Is this... is this how you've been taking care of Grace?"

Louise's face turned ashen. Her thin lips tightened, but she couldn't find the words to respond.

I showed the needle marks on my wrist, choking back tears. "Dad... I always eat leftovers. My stomach hurts all the time now. If you want me to donate blood, I will..."

Disgust flashed in Louise's eyes as she turned to Dad. "Who are you going to believe? Her or me?"

Dad pressed his lips together, saying nothing as he got up and walked into my room.

When he returned with my stomach medication, Louise's face showed shock, and she was about to lash out at me.

I cut in with a tearful voice. "Dad, I asked Mom for money to buy medicine, and she... she said, 'Why should a little bastard like you need medicine?'"

Dad's face turned livid. "You heartless witch! How could you say that to her?"

He let out a harsh grunt and suddenly knocked the bowl out of Louise's hands, sending it crashing to the floor.

"Have you lost your mind?" Louise cried out, panic flashing in her eyes.

Dad's response was a stinging slap across her face.

"Dad, stop it!" Oliver yelled, bursting through the door and grabbing Dad's arm.

I just stood there, feeling nothing but cold indifference inside.

Oliver was anemic, but that didn't stop him from chasing skirts left and right, all because Louise spoiled him rotten. He even bullied me regularly.

In my past life, he and Louise had the nerve to beg me for blood and a kidney!

They made their bed. Why should I lie in it?

Dad glared at Oliver, his voice sharp. "Been out raising hell again, haven't you? Grace, tell me, what was Oliver's score on his final exam?"

Seeing the panic in Oliver's eyes, I coolly replied, "He skipped class. He didn't even show up for the test."

Louise jumped to his defense. "Oliver's got my genes! He just didn't try his best..."

Yeah, Oliver coasted on Louise's teacher genes, getting all Dad's hopes pinned on him, but he kept bombing the SAT year after year.

Meanwhile, I aced my grades, only to get shut down with a "girls don't need education" line.

How unfair was that?

That golden boy who couldn't get his act together was still basking in all the favoritism.

No surprise, Louise's begging let Oliver dodge Dad's wrath once again.

Their bias was never even hidden.

Watching the cold indifference behind my family's backs, I made a silent vow to myself.

They'd taken my blood, my kidney, even my dreams and my life!

In this second chance, I swore they'd never destroy me again.