You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Her screams were getting more and more poignant.

Otis lifted his foot and kicked her directly in the stomach nonstop. There was nothing but anger in his bloodshot eyes.

His movements were extremely cruel and his purpose was clear - he wanted to kick her straight to the point of miscarriage.

She didn’t deserve to have his child at all.

She was just trash.

Her mention of her pregnancy made him even angrier.

This damn woman! How dared she deceive him? How dared she take Joyce's place.

Charlotte rolled on the floor in pain as she held her stomach. Her stomach felt like it was being stabbed by a million burning knives, and the muscles on her cheeks had all been twisted.

The twinge of pain came like a tidal wave nonstop.

Her face turned from yellow to red to purple and then to white, and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and her whole body kept shaking.

"Don't, please ..."

sentence, she didn't even have

kept kicking. The

of bright red blood flowed from

and flowed until it soaked

She felt numb after all his kicks, with each kick she just opened her lips a bit and closed

violent abuse, the child must have been lost. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the

outside the door and when he heard the commotion inside, he did

door open and when he saw the bloody scene in front of him, he rushed forward to tug Otis and stopped

Otis backwards with all his

not moved a

finally felt relieved and

his rapid breathing and slowly

cold voice, “Just stop the bleeding, and no treatment. Just

Mr. Robertson,” Eugene led the way, and he hurriedly turned to leave the room and went out

a surgery in

they only stopped the bleeding at the moment. Perhaps later she would

looked with satisfaction at Charlotte, who was lying in a pool of

on the sofa. He was tired after the kicking just