“But that's normal. Look at your big face and the fat around your waist. You look like a pig. It's disgusting to look at you.
“Well, so sorry to say that, don't take it seriously and just cook, okay?”
Her teasing look completely irritated me.
The pent-up anger suddenly erupted, so I grabbed a cardboard box and threw it over, hitting Garcia's head steadily.
“Ouch, you bitch! How dare you hit me?”
Garcia had a bad temper to begin with and she exploded immediately, rushing forward and pulling me off the chair.
My body fell to the ground.
My stomach suddenly ached and I could not help but frown. Then I felt something sticky in my lower body.
“What's going on?” Javier ran over in a hurry and asked.
“She hit me and she acted pitiful,” Garcia cried and complained first.
“I don't …."
The pain in my stomach made me break out in cold sweats, look painful and even couldn’t muster the energy to speak.
“How could Garcia lie?” Javier had a gloomy face and gritted his teeth as he ordered me, “Hurry up and apologize to Garcia, or I'll punish you by making you sleep on the grass tonight.”
Garcia next to him was extremely proud. But I no longer have the mood to be angry.
“My stomach hurts, take me to the hospital,” I let out a weak cry for help.
But Javier's face turned even colder and he cursed, “You stinky bitch, can you stop pretending?”
“Felicia, as long as you say sorry to me, I will forgive you. After all, the ground is quite cold.”
Garcia followed with a sarcastic tone.
“I … I ….”
At that moment, I held my stomach, unable to utter a complete sentence and only felt endless sadness.
My consciousness was gradually becoming blurred and I could vaguely hear someone shouting, “Why is the ground so sticky?”
“It's blood!”
“Felicia is bleeding.”
