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Blood on the Snow, A Lost Life

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1164    |    Released on: 24/12/2025

ly so composed, contorted into a mask of pure rage. The man who had gently kissed my forehead every

ly above a whisper, yet it vibrated with an in

ng against my ribs. "No! Not until you tell me the

ike iron. He yanked, and I stumbled, falling backward onto the polished wooden floor. The impact sent a jolt

ed, scrabbling to push myself up. "Yo

and. He bent down, his face inches from mine, his breath hot and

ing down my face. "No! I sent

y hand, twisting it, his fingers digging into my flesh. I cried out as he wrench

ng bastard! A liar! A hypocrite!" The words tumbled out, fueled by despair and a desperate need to wound him as deeply as he had wounded me. "

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with a searing pain. I tasted blood. I fell back, my body hitting the floor with a sickening thud. The worl

his voice thick with a rage I never knew he possessed. "She's been through hell! Her ex tried to kill her! She has nothing! You thin

y baby. It was all I could think about. "I hope you both die!" I choked out, the

en knife from the counter, the blade gleaming menacingly under the harsh over

Take the knife, Haven. End it. End everything. Isn't that what you want? You n

my child grow up in this mess, just like I did! The thought of my own tumultuous childhood, marked by my parents' constan

. He answered, his voice strained. "Carmen? What's wrong?" He listened for a moment,

grabbed my arm, yanking me to my feet. "Get up! We're going. Carmen needs u

st his grip. My head was still throbb

n just lash out without consequences? Carmen is delicate! She has an abu

d screeching tires. We pulled up to a dimly lit park, the snow falling in thick, heavy flakes. Ca

. He pulled me towards Carmen, his voice a harsh wh

my skin, seeping into my bones. The pain in my abdomen intensified, a searing fire spre

ore stress!" Carter's voice was a frantic plea, directed at me, but his eyes were on Carmen, filled with a desperate conce

just snow. But to me, it felt like fine salt, rubbing into open wounds, burning. My teeth chatt

hink she's fragile, Carter?" I looked down at the rapidly spreading crimson stain on the white snow beneath me, a stark contr

ing I saw was Carmen's terrified face, and Carter's shocked, f

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