CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN.

A certain woman was sprawled on the floor, a bottle of vodka lying beside her while blood was trickling down a little wound on her leg, she was unconscious and loud music was blaring from unseen stereos.

“Bitch” a scrawny looking man called as he walked up to the limp woman on the floor, “you better stand up” he added as he kicked her before picking up the vodka bottle and gulping the remaining content into his mouth before kicking the woman again.

She slowly opened her eyes and a little groan escaped her lips.

“You are finally awake, huh?” The scrawny man growled again as he yanked her up, “I thought you were dead” his lips curled into a mocking laugh and he smashed the bottle on the floor,

“Why don’t you go out there and get some money? You have been home all day and it’s getting annoying to see your face” he sneered again and pushed her off before walking away.

Vanessa fell on the floor as hard tears rolled out of her eyes, this was not what she planned. This was not how she though