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Anya got up at some point without me realizing and she was standing right there, in the direction I threw that heavy box.

I freeze when it makes contact and then I feel the drunkness disappear in just a second because I know that's not good. Not at all.

Anya didn’t even cry in pain. Everything happened so fast, she didn't have time to. The jewelry box connected with her face and the sound it made will probably keep me up at night forever. Something cracked and I know damn well it wasn’t the box.

She drops to the floor right after the jewelry box, instantly unconscious.

"Anya?" I let out in shock and I walk to her very slowly, scared. I gulp and crunch down to check on her.

I carefully move her hair away from her face and my hands start to shake when I see the blood running down from her face. I can't even really see the extent of what happened to her because it's all bloody, but the left side of her face is fucked up.

It's... this is not good. This could be extremely bad, actual
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Itupabi
Yep! Truly hate him
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