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 ..."

this last sentence, she didn't even have the

he kept kicking. The more

of bright red blood

flowed and flowed until it soaked her entire

now. She opened her eyes wide and she had stopped rolling., She felt numb after all his kicks, with each kick she

blood made her lapse in consciousness, and under such violent abuse, the child must have been

the remnants of her breath were weak. Eugene stood guard outside the door and when he heard the commotion inside,

something was wrong, he hurriedly pushed the door open and when he saw the bloody scene in front of him, he rushed forward to tug Otis and stopped him, "Mr. Robertson, stop. You

Otis backwards

a bit, as

relieved and his anger

rapid breathing

a cold voice, “Just stop

way, and he hurriedly turned to leave the

a

only stopped the bleeding at the moment. Perhaps later she would be infected. Her uterus was definitely ruined, and

was lying in a pool of blood and

down on the sofa. He was tired after the kicking just now