Author’s POV
Valerie let out a low cry, holding her stomach as Austin left the house.
“Get the hell out of my house. I don’t want to see your face ever again.” Austin’s voice echoed in her mind. She lost her voice. Her torso trembled. How could he think so lowly of her! She felt someone had stabbed in her heart and as well as on her stomach.
Mrs. White was in the dining hall. She heard them fighting but didn’t bother to come and peek. But with Austin’s last words, she rushed towards the living area. She saw Valerie sitting on the floor, holding her stomach. Her eyes were filled with tears. Her head was hanging down. She looked like a small ball. And then her eyes fell on the blood. Valarie’s dress was soaked in that red warm liquid. She touched the blood on the floor with her trembling
