The Broken

Dip076

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Reads 9,080
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Parts 36
Time 5h 33m

Dip076

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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 
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    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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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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