“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.”
