My Parents Force Me to Donate Blood and Kidney

"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.