Charlette’s P.O.V.
“Ouch, Mom. Be gentle,” I cried in pain when my mother put some ointment on my bruises on my sides.
“Now, you want me to be gentle, huh?” she teased me, but reduced the pressure of her fingers on my bruises.
“Damn you, Emanuel. I will kill you the first opportunity I will get at any time soon. I will give you poisoned water tomorrow so that you can writhe in pain before you die.” I cursed Emanuel in my heart while thinking about ways to kill him.
“This is just a competition. Why did you need to practice so hard?” Mom asked me while rubbing the ointment.
“He said that I need to be stronger. I mean who the f**k does he think he is to decide for me?” I yelled but cried in pain again when my chest heaved.
“I am confused, Char.” Mom said to me in a low voice.
I slowly
