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.