You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Charlotte's nerves were repeatedly stimulated by the blood at the moment Cecelia fell.

She suddenly went weak and fell to her knees with a "thud".

The demonic blood-red color stained the clean white tiles on the floor of the bathroom.

Her hands and her knees were stained with terrifyingly bright red blood. Oh God, what had she done?

She pushed Cecelia down, the only person in the world who genuinely treated her and gave her the best of everything.

Someone she genuinely considered her own mother.

The warmth and love of a mother that she had not experienced since she was a child, the happiness she had never enjoyed before, and the dependence on companionship... she experienced all of them in Cecelia and was satisfied with them.

And right now, she was pushing Cecelia to her death with her own hands.

How could she?

and rushed down. She couldn't care about anything, but

You have to be okay. Oooh She shook Cecelia desperately and let out a

Cecelia still had a trace of consciousness. She fumbled around with her cell phone, and with difficulty pressed a series of numbers, which was a

who know how to decode it would know that she meant

codes, she had run out of energy and her back was resting against the cold

eyes and had only one thing on her mind. She must slow down

wake up and talk to me. You can't

was not moving, she reached out her finger and gently probed between

still a

not

and grateful when, as if she had woken up

now? All her schemes and tricks had been exposed, and if Cecelia did not die, what would happen to her? Her hands were now stained with the blood of Cecelia, Rodney, and Rachel, and who could spare

pretend that nothing had happened and continue to treat her like a daughter? Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh

her and caring

simply not