Chaos

Charlotte's POV

With that being said, I began hitting her face into the floor.

I knew I was hurting her, or worse, killing her, but she asked for it.

After hitting her face five times into the floor and the floor was now painted with her blood, I didn't go any further, if not she would die.

That's if I haven't killed her already.

I got up from her immediately and staggered away from her body when the men who were watching the fight in the parlor were running up the stairs.

I hurried towards the railing of the corridor with one thing in mind, which is suicide.

I climbed on the railing and threw myself down with great force, my eyes closed as I waited for death.

Instead of landing on the hard floor, I fell on someone, and we both fell to the floor.

My eyes flew open as I stared down at Alex, who was wincing beneath me, groaning, his hand grabbing his head which had obviously hit the floor.

My eyes widened, and I immediately rolled away from him.

I cleaned away the blood from my face, wh