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.

a glass of water. After a long time without getting on her feet, her legs were weak and she stumbled and fell straight down, hitting her forehead

so much that tears fell from

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

When things did not go well for him, a night of fists and kicks would be a sure thing. He did not

had done to annoy him. He used his belt directly and whipped her so hard that she spilled her porridge, and he forced her lick the floor clean.

her sleeve and looked at the shocking

she lived a life worse than

only dragging her sick body, without any

to get her killed at

felt like she was, already, a leaf in the wind. With a miscarriage

hard that her

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