I Thought 'Home' Meant Warmth Nope, Just a Doghouse... Till I'm the HEIR, And It's novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2

A bunch of kids my age stood there staring, already grabbing more rocks to throw.

“What the hell is that thing?”

“Jax, where’d your dad even find it?”

Jax looked down his nose at me, “Street. Probably nobody wanted it.”

“What about her parents?”

“She’s a bastard. Doesn’t have any.”

That word-bastard-stabbed right through me.

“I DO have parents! My dad’s Grayson Hunt, my mom-”

Before I could finish, Jax charged. His foot slammed into my eye.

“SHUT UP! Theyre MY parents! Nothing to do with you, you piece of trash!”

Seconds later, blood covered half my face-blurred my vision, blocked out those terrified faces staring at me.

The pain was so intense my legs gave out. I dropped to my knees, body shaking uncontrollably.

Screams around me started fading. My mind kept slipping in and out, right on the edge of shutting down.

Through the haze, I heard footsteps getting closer.

Dad stared down.

“Still breathing?”

Someone lifted my face.

“Severe blood loss. Eye’s damaged. Without treatment, she might-”

“Then take her to the ER. Save her if you can.”

They loaded me into an ambulance and rushed me into a freezing operating room.

When I woke up, the butler was standing there, staring at me with this complicated look-like he felt sorry for me but didn’t know what to say.

You made it. But your eye…”

froze. My shaking fingers slowly reached up to my face-touched nothing but an empty socket.

The butler’s guilt got even heavier. He started to say something, but Dad’s call came through.

She awake? Bring her back. Those kids are freaked out. She needs to apologize.”

The butler hesitated. “But her wounds haven’t-”

Dad’s voice went ice-cold.

‘No buts. Bring her back. Right now!”

The butler rushed off to handle discharge. Right then, a doctor walked in, face serious.

“Where’s your parent?”

I was still out of it. Just stared at him.

The doctor frowned. Set a report on the table. Tell your parents-you’ve got a tumor. It’s spreading. Come see me the second you’re back.”

Like he was worried I wouldn’t get it, the doctor paused at the door. Then turned back. Looked at me seriously.

“Stay calm. Don’t let your folks worry.”

Tumor. Didn’t know what that meant

But that last part-I got that.

I stared at the paper for a while. Quietly tucked it in my pocket.

But I’m a bastard. Nobody worries about me.”

When Butter brought me home, Dad stood there, face dark.