Broken

Through the eyes of the innocent.

Hi guys, as I stated in the description of the story.This book might not appeal to all readers.But I want to congratulate those who are brave enough to read this book.Please be advised once more but please also enjoy😊.Oh and lastly, there will be a flashback to start most of the chapters.

8 years ago~
I remember that night like it was yesterday.My parents and my sister decided to go out. They had asked me several times that night if I wanted to go but I said no (I should have said yes). I was looking forward to a movie night with my favorite uncle. Uncle Ryan had arrived when my parents and sister were leaving. My parents had kissed me on my forehead and told me they would be back soon. They left and it was only my uncle and I. He told a couple of jokes when we were popping popcorn.We then went into the living room and put on a movie he had brought from his house. We were half way into the movie when my uncle started to play with my hair.I didn't think anything of it, until he turned my attention from the movie to look at him. I was confused and asked what he was doing. A sinful smirk played on his lips and it scared me. He started to lean in and I tried to pull back but his grip only tighten on my hair.That's when my heart kick into overdrive.When he was merely inches away from my lips, I said in a trembling voice that he was scaring me. He stopped and pulled back like he had snapped out of a trace. He repeated "I'm sorry" about three times and moved to the far left side of the couch we were sitting in. We finished the movie in silence, he then asked if I wanted a cup of milk before I went to bed, I said yes. We went to the kitchen, but he told me he had left his phone in the living room and if I could please go get it. So I did, when I got back to the kitchen I saw him stirring the glass of milk. I guess I had a confused look on my face because he stopped stirring and said "I had to warm it up, it was to cold".(I didn't realize it at the time, but my uncle could lie his way out of murder if he needed to), and so being the stupid, innocent child that I was, I didn't see a problem with that and just nodded. I handed him his phone and he gave me the glass of milk. I had noticed the small smile my uncle had on his lips. We sat in the kitchen for about five minutes, and I started to feel dizzy. I told my uncle that I was feeling dizzy and he came over to feel my head. Something felt off, there was no concern in my uncle's eyes, it seemed like he was almost...excited. My head started to pound and I felt like I was falling. I jumped from my seat, heading for our house phone, I got across the room but the room started to spin. I had to lean on a near by wall so I wouldn't fall. I turned to face my uncle, panting for air. I started to ask "uncle, what did you-", my vision was darkening and my uncle walked across the kitchen to where I was at and lifted my face to look at him.He then said "don't worry, all of this will be over before you know it Tyler".The last thing I remember before blacking out was the smirk he had on his lips, I remember asking myself "what would be over before I knew it?".

End of flashback.

This is my opinion but I think everyone has at least one thing in their life that if they had a chance to redo, they would. So as I woke from my most hated memory/nightmare, I realized that was what I would redo. Cold sweat ran down the side of my face and I felt like my throat had closed up. I didn't want to be in bed at that moment so I got up. I glanced at my alarm clock and it was not even five a.m. yet. My room started to spin and I felt dizzy, I ran to my bathroom and emptied what little I had in my stomach.When I was finish with the bathroom, I walked out and was meet with a knock from my door.I open my door and my sister Alex stood in my door way. She looked cute with bed hair she had on short black and red pjs, with her complexion of creamy light skin, she could pull of anything that she wore. Strands of her ginger red were in front her face, her green amber eyes were laced with worry, her pink lips formed a frown when she said "Tyler I heard you throwing up, you have dark circles under your eyes and you look like you got hit by a train.What's wrong?". I hated it when she went motherly on me and she knew I hate it but she did it anyway. I rolled my eyes and said "I'm fine Alex, I just didn't get enough sleep yesterday night". Her frown deepened and she crossed her arms saying "you told me the same thing yesterday Tyler stop trying to feed me bs, I'm not stupid you are not telling me the truth". Alex was shorter than me, while I stood at 5'7 she was only 5'4. She was probably the shortest eighteen year old I knew. "Tyler!" , her angry voice snapped me out of my thought, "huh?". She pushed me back and said "you piece of crap, don't zone me out when I am talking! You know what, it is too early to deal with you!". She turned on her heel and went stomping back to her room and slammed her door. There was no way I was going back to sleep. I went in my bathroom to get ready and when I was done, I closed my room door and went down stairs. I ate cereal and went to the living room and flipped on the tv.