Idiot Father

My breath grew shallow, gasps desperately leaving my lips. It felt like I couldn't breathe. My lungs seemed to reject the very air they had taken in. 

"You are such a devil!" I screamed, each word going against the little air I had left. "My kidney will never be yours. She will die like the pathetic bitch that she is, and you'll finally know how it feels to lose someone...that you love,"

His eyes darkened at my words, but there was no real shock. There was just a deeper malice that sent chills down my spine. 

"You're a fool, if you think that will happen," He spat, his voice no longer firm, but chillingly void of emotions.

"Yes I do!" I asserted, my shaky hands slowly reaching up to wipe the tears I didn't realize had fallen already. 

"You're going to regret everything you've done to me and my father...You could have just found another donor, but you chose someone gullible, someone you could control." 

"Cut the fucking crap," Dustin sneered, his lips curving into a twisted smile. "I wasn't the one who made your father an idiot. He was the one who agreed to give away his kidney for a few dollars," 

His words stabbed me like a million knives to my heart, but my anger was hotter than the pain. Every bit of humanity I had left for him completely vanished. This man in front of me wasn't human. He was a heartless monster, something even the devil would find shameful.

"I will make sure that you rot in hell for everything you've done to me," I swore, my voice trembling as rage welled up inside me. Tears trickled down my face  betraying the strength I had tried to maintain. "I'll make sure you suffer for every second that my  father spent on that surgical table...dying!"

I vowed to make him pay. Dustin Stone would know no mercy. Death wouldn't even scratch the surface of what I would plan for him. I would make sure he endured a million times the pain that was tearing me apart inside. 

My poor father.

That man gave up everything for me. After my mother left shortly after giving birth to me, he became both my father and mother. He provided for me as best as he could, sacrificing so much to keep me safe and give me a chance at a  good life.

My father did everything for me.

Hot tears flowed more freely now as memories flooded my mind. When I was bullied at school for not having a mother, my father defended me in such a way that I never expected. I remember how, when we got home, he would secretly cry because of the pain of losing my mother. But he never once showed his pain in front of me, he buried it all, just to protect me. 

He deserved to see me successful. He deserved to walk me down the aisle with the right man, and to hold my children in his arms.

He never deserved death. No...he didn't.

"Look at how she's crying, so immature and childish..." Dustin's mistress jeered, spitefully.

I shot a deadly glare at her, and let a moment of silence hang  before I spoke every word laced with venom, "Do you know why your stupid kidneys are failing? It's because they can't stand to be inside a corrupt and deceitful body as yours. And I'm glad my father's kidneys aren't functioning anymore...so that you can die a miserable, pitiful death!".

My words seemed to scorn them because, they looked suddenly taken aback.

"Please take me to my room. She's making me feel worse," His mistress muttered faintly.

"Of course, my love," He responded gently, scooping her into his arms. He walked towards the stairs, and I knew this was my chance to escape.

As soon as they disappeared into the hallway, I turned toward my wheelchair, crawling with every bit of strength I had. I had to get out of here. I refused to let my body be used to extend the life of that despicable woman.

As I dragged myself across the floor, a maid walked into the sitting room.

"Please help me," I whispered, my voice trembling as my eyes welled up with tears.

I prayed she wouldn't ignore me, like the older maids did. They never helped unless ordered by him. The monster didn't deserve to have his name spoken.

"Please," I extended my shaky hand, pleading. "I'm begging you...help me," 

She hesitated, her eyes nervously glancing around before rushing over to me. She quickly brought my wheelchair closer and helped me into it.

"Can you get the papers and pen on the floor, along with my knitting stuff?" I requested, my voice filled with desperation and gratitude. She nodded quickly and fetched them for me. 

I took the papers from her, signing them as fast as my shaky hands would allow. Then, I looked up at her with pleading eyes, "Help me get out," 

She nodded again, her face full of concern. 

As she helped me toward the exit, I whispered, "Thank you," 

She gave me a small, kind smile before slipping back inside.

I started rolling my wheelchair forward, inching closer to the gate. A smile of relief and determination formed on my lips as I neared freedom.

But then as I was about to reach the gate, a voice cut through the air. 

"Not so fast,"

Before I could react, something hard slammed against the back of my head, pulling me into darkness. 

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My eyes fluttered open, but I squeeze them back shut again in discomfort. I groaned, realizing that my wrists were tightly bound from behind. I tried wriggling myself free, but it was almost impossible.

I tried to scream, but it was muffled by the tape across my mouth.

"You better remain calm, and avoid making too much of a noise. Or I will remove your kidneys myself before we get to the doctor," Dustin sneered, glancing back at me from the driver's seat.

Tears formed in my eyes, I was so close to escaping. So close.

But I couldn't give up. I had to escape and avenge my father.

I began wriggling my wrists harder, but it was no use. They were tied too tight. I needed another plan. 

I noticed that Dustin kept rolling down the windows now and then, probably because of his mistress' condition. if I could sit up just enough, maybe someone could see me. 

I tried to push myself up but my body ached and my legs didn't help my situation. I tried again gritting my teeth, finally I managed to lift up my head just as the car stopped at a traffic light. 

In that moment, my gaze locked with the most beautiful pair of green eyes, I had ever seen.