Born As Kidney Donor For My Sister

Regina was such a good actress that she deceived me back then.

That kidnapping was actually a scheme she and Norton’s arch–nemesis had planned together.

She was certain Norton would choose to save her.

I don’t know if the brain truly has a way of forgetting pain, but the memories of that day are already a bit hazy for me. Or perhaps, I simply didn’t notice that they had recorded a video.

When Regina sent me the video, my mind went blank..

I stared at the accompanying message.

“Sent to the group chat~ Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. Norton saw it too, and he allowed me to make it public. You can’t imagine how disgusted he was when he watched it. He actually threw up into a trash can.”

She went on to explain that in the parking lot that day, they never intended to stop at just kissing.

I looked at the neatly arranged words, but they didn’t form a coherent thought. I was paralyzed by the words “make it public,” feeling as if I were trapped in a dark, cold cellar, suffocating in the icy gloom.

I instinctively turned off my phone, cutting myself off from the outside world.

I couldn’t bring myself to look at where Regina had posted the video; instead, my gaze was fixed on the fruit knife in the fruit bowl on the coffee table.

After a while, I moved.

As the thick smell of blood began to spread, there was a frantic knock on the door.

“Doreen!! Doreen, open the door! I need to talk to you! Don’t listen to Regina’s lies, I’ve made her delete the video. Please, open the door! I beg you, don’t hurt yourself…”

His voice was frantic, tinged with a hint of tears.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

I dropped the knife, letting the blood drip down my arm.

I walked to the door, but didn’t open it, only feeling a deep sense of confusion.

“Norton, Regina said you were so disgusted by me that you threw up. So why are you acting so deeply affectionate now?”

“I’m sorry, Doreen. I wasn’t disgusted by you! Please, listen to me. It was just a reflex, I swear. I wasn’t disgusted by you, really!”

Lies.

I stared at the door, using my remaining sanity to accuse him and reassure myself. “Norton, you have no right to judge me. You and Regina are dirtier than I am. Who do you think you are?”

I pounded on the door, leaving bloody smears.

“What gives you the right to judge someone’s worth based on their purity? Who are you to decide if a girl is clean or not?!”

“Doreen, don’t do this. Please, don’t scare me like this!”

Norton frantically twisted the doorknob, ignoring my accusations, pleading desperately.

“Norton, listen. You and Regina are going to hell.” Because I will personally make sure you get there and suffer a lot,

I called the property management, and soon, the security guards came and took Norton away.