Chapter 2
Vanessa stepped into the small bathroom, her high heels crunching on the shattered door splinters.
“She’s pathetic, Ethan,” Vanessa said, leaning against the sink and checking her red lipstick in the mirror.
“Throw her belongings into trash bags and let her spend the night on the street.”
“She doesn’t deserve to sleep in my new apartment.”
Ethan tossed my phone into the sink, where it shattered against the hard porcelain bowl.
“You heard her, Lena,” Ethan said, grabbing my collar with one hand and hauling me up off the floor.
Pain exploded in my broken arm, causing my vision to flicker with dark, blinding spots.
I screamed as he dragged me out into the hallway, my feet dragging uselessly across the rug.
“Get your coat and get out,” Ethan grunted, shoving me toward the front door.
I collapsed onto my side near the entry table, clutching my stomach as another contraction hit.
“Seven minutes,” I whispered to myself, remembering my father’s instruction.
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“What did you say, bitch?” Ethan growled, stepping toward me with raised fists.
“I said you have seven minutes left to live,” I whispered, staring straight into his eyes.
