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.

getting on her feet,

fell from

she wouldn't be beaten up at will. And now, living in Otis’ shadow, she had been completely reduced to

he's in a good mood, he would never even pick up on her. When things did not go well for him, a night of fists and kicks

no idea what she had done to annoy him. He used his belt directly and whipped her so hard that

sat paralyzed on the floor. She lifted up her sleeve and looked at the shocking bruises on her

lived a life

dragging her sick body, without any dignity, and living

like he's going to get her killed at

in the wind. With a miscarriage that wouldn't heal and

out of breath in a flash. She cried so hard that her voice was hoarse. Even when she was growing up

the time, taking care of Charlotte in close