It could have been a perfect ending. It could have been a glorious moment of my life, a moment which could have given me my respect and fame back. If only, that Carl had not kicked me.
He kicked me straight on the ribs area making me fall on the mud as I lost my balance. I can feel the sound of my ribs breaking. My whole body was breaking apart.
"Abigail, are you okay?'' I heard the sound of Nickolas as he was coming running towards me.
I heard many laughing and Carl standing there smirking.
He walked closer to me and squatted in front of me. His gaze was still mocking as his face was filled with pride, as if he had proved the world that he was the best!
"You lost, young girl." he said as he looked straight into my eyes. He had thought that he would see me broken but there was a smirk on my face matching his, which made him confused and stunned.
"I won, young man. Right father?'' I asked, breaking my gaze away from Carl and looking at my father.
