You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

A few days later.

The Heath residence.

It was night. Outside the glass windows, the winter rain was making a rustling sound, and the cold wind was whistling.

Charlotte lay in bed, looking out the window. The naked branches were unable to withstand the northwest wind, swaying in the cold wind, and the jagged shadows of the trees reflected on the window, looking distinctly horrible.

She had fallen asleep and was awakened by a violent coughing fit. Turning on the light, she sat up and looked at the time. Surprisingly it was just after 9 pm.

After the miscarriage, her body had not been able to recover. Athough the bleeding was not as worse as before, it had never stopped, and she could smell a vague and constant odor.

She knew in her heart that this time, her body has suffered a huge trauma, and the possibility of having children in the future had been zero.

tried to pour herself a glass of water. After a long time without getting on her

so much that tears fell

At least in jail she wouldn't be beaten

pick up on her. When things did not go well for him, a night of fists and kicks would be a sure thing. He did not care about her death or life. And he

trampled on at will. Yesterday afternoon, Otis came back with a stern face when she was drinking porridge. She had no idea what she had done to annoy him. He used his belt directly

paralyzed on the floor. She lifted up her

a life worse than

only dragging her sick body, without any dignity, and

felt like he's going to get

she felt like she was, already, a leaf in the wind. With a miscarriage that wouldn't heal and a badly infected lung she wouldn't

hard that her voice was hoarse. Even when she was growing up in an orphanage, she had

slept in the living room all the time, taking care of Charlotte