54.

Dalia’s POV

Then I brought my fist down. The screech of agonizing pain he let out satisfied both I and my troubled baby.

“That was the pain I felt while laying on that cold floor, you son of a bitch!” I yelled as the surprised officers try to pull me away from him.

The man clutched his left eye as agony escaped his lips. “You bitch!”

I roll my eyes as the officers both five me warning looks. What did they expect? This man left me on the floor to bleed to death...

“Dalia!” I hear my name from the distance and the sound of heels scraping the floor reached my eyes. It made me cringe a little. “Dalia? Dalia oh my God!” I was engulfed in a very big hug by a very worried looking Emily.

Yeah, I asked for my phone and dialled her number immediately.

Now here she is smothering the heck out of me. “wait..” I try to stop her. The pain was getting fuller but I need to go to the hospital fast.

“What are you doing? Take her to the hospital!” Emily screams at the officers who were trying their best