Elena's POV"Shit! You little bitch!"Brooke roared, his face contorted in pain as he backhanded me across the room.My head snapped to the side, my ears ringing as the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth.But I didn't feel the pain—I was fueled by pure, unadulterated rage.He was still moving, and I knew if I stopped now, I was dead.I raised the heavy planter to strike again, but he wrenched it from my hands and slammed it hard into my stomach."You want to die? Fine. I'll help you out!"I doubled over, the air leaving my lungs as it felt like my internal organs had shifted. Gasping for breath, I waited for the split second he paused. I grabbed a jagged shard from the broken pot and aimed straight for his temple."Go to hell, you bastard."Just as I swung, he lunged, his hand clamping around my throat like a vice. He lifted me off the floor.My lungs screamed for air, but I refused to give up. I smashed the shard into his head.Blood began to pour down his forehead. He stumbled,
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