Allergic to Fatherly Love novel Chapter 2

When we got home, I saw that my mom’s feet were bleeding.

She sat on the floor holding that little box, and she stayed there all night.

The next day, when she woke up, she didn’t seem quite herself.

Tears started flowing from her eyes again.

I reached out to wipe them away, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t.

I knew I couldn’t touch my mom, but I didn’t want to see her so heartbroken.

And so, my mom sat there with that little box for three whole days.

Wasn’t she hungry?

I watched her the whole time—she didn’t eat anything at all.

She looked so worn out.

I wanted to eat something too. My favorite was the chicken and potatoes she used to make because I loved potatoes.

But now, I couldn’t have any of it.

By the third day at noon, my mom seemed to have made a decision. She took some papers and prepared to leave the house.

But just as she reached the door, she suddenly collapsed.

I screamed in panic, hoping someone would help her.

But no matter how much I shouted, no one could hear me.

It wasn’t until evening, when the neighbor came home, that someone found her and called 911.

The doctor put my mom on an IV and comforted her as she woke up.

“Ms. Rogers, don’t keep hurting yourself like this, your daughter wouldn’t want to see you suffer.”

“No matter what, you need to take care of your own health!”

I nodded hard. The doctor was right! Seeing my mom like this broke my heart.

Just then, my dad barged in.

“Gianna, what nonsense are you up to now? Pretending to be sick again?”

“Where’s your fucking daughter? Get her out here! Right now! I need to teach her a lesson!”

“I don’t know how the hell you raised her, but she’s fucking disrespectful and rude.”

“Violet kindly peeled that crab for her, and not only was she ungrateful, but she also threw it on the fucking ground.”

“And Ms. Rogers hasn’t eaten for three days. She’s very weak and is on glucose right now.”

“If you have time to blame your wife, why don’t you show some concern for your daughter?”

“Do you even know that your daughter has…”

“Shut up! What business is it of yours? Who the hell are you?” My dad pushed the doctor aside.

The doctor was furious. “If you keep this up, I’m calling the police!”

My mom didn’t want to cause trouble for the doctor.

She tugged at his sleeve and then threw the papers at my dad.

“Sign them. From now on, we owe each other nothing.”

“And from this day forward, you’ll never see our daughter again.”

When my mom mentioned me, tears started flowing again.

The doctor sighed as he wiped away her tears, shaking his head.

My dad looked at the divorce papers and actually laughed.