The Broken

The Broken

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Mon, Nov 19, 20125h 33m
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The Broken Born without a name and traumatized by death in the midst of her murderous so- called ‘father’ for ten long years she lays broken in an imperfect world where troubles linger in every corner, where happiness-to her- is a myth. She waits for the feeling of safety, when the nights aren’t her sisters’ cries and the mornings aren’t reminders of her brothers’ death but when will that moment come? Will she ever rest? She’s calling for it but will she ever get it? Can the broken be fixed when all hope is lost? (READ THIS FOR THEM, READ THIS FOR THE BROKEN) SNEEK PEEK ////////////////////////////////////////////// We find ourselves standing on the front door of the shackled house, the cop holding Richie and me. I shut my eyes as my ears listen for the door. Footsteps. His footsteps. They’re getting louder. No. Don’t. Please. Oh God, help me! Someone! Anyone! The door flings open. “Hello officer, what seems to be the—“ his eyes travel to us. An evil grin of victory then spreads on his face. “I’ve been looking for you.” He whispers as his eyes glare into mine; his pool of lust drowns me hinting me that soon my innocence and virginity will be gone. “Are you their father?” the cop asks sternly. My ears turn deaf hearing only one sound, an eerie sound of screeching emptiness. Their words float away and soon Richie and I step into the house, again. //////////////////////////////////////////////
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I frowned, thrown off "Do i...remember?" "Do you remember..." she starts but her voice falters. She glances down at the sand, biting her lip debating whether to even continue. She then takes a shaky breath and finally looks up. Eyes locking with mine " do you even remember how you got it?" Her question hits me like a slap. I open my mouth, then close it, my brows furrowing as I force my brain to rewind. How did I get it? Nothing. Not a single clear memory. She steps closer, her voice trembling, but the edge of anger sharpening her words. "Or when? Or where? Or for what reason? Or what it even means?!" I flinch at her tone, but I can't answer her. I try. God, I try.. I look down at the sand beneath my feet, forcing myself to dig through every memory, every hazy night out, every stupid decision I might've made-but nothing. Not a single moment of how I got it surfaced. I let out a frustrated breath and rake a hand through my hair, feeling the panic rise like bile in my throat. When I finally lift my head to speak, Ashley's already staring at me, and I can tell-she knows my answer before I say a word. "You don't remember," she says softly, nodding like she expected it all along. __________________________________________ Crazy thing happened...Three years ago, a tragic accident left Ashley scarred and shattered. Aiden survived, but when he woke from a year-long coma, every memory of the girl he loved was gone. Now, Ashley clings to the hope he'll remember-But as time slips through her fingers, the question haunts her-will she lose him all over again? And Aiden... will he ever remember in time? ........ ⚠ warning ⚠ : Mature language, Mental health challenges, Annoying scenes, Heart breaking moments...

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