All Chapters of Broken vows mended hearts : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Anna decided to take a break fighting for the death of her friend after she saw the amount of punishment she was given by the principal of the school especially when she realised she didn't have a say or anyone to help her.The corridors of the public school had turned into the corridors of shame for Anna. It was her final year, but nothing felt final in a triumphant way, it felt like a slow, humiliating death of everything she once believed in. Ever since the incident, the confrontation with principal Hawthorne, the accusations and the public disgrace . Anna had been stripped of more than just her reputation. She was denied Access to the dining hall in the dormitory. No official announcement had been made, but the message was clear: “You are no longer one of us”. She walked past the kitchen like a ghost, her stomach gnawing at itself, but if she dared step in, the cook will chase her away like a stray dog. Sometimes the younger students whispered behind her back

Scene opens in a dimly lit office. A man stands by the window, staring down at the chaos of the yard.)The office was quiet, except for the rhythmic tick of the old clock on the wall. Dusts floated through the air,caught in slanted rays of sunlight slicing through the blinds. A quiet sound from the old wall fan did little to break the hush that had settled like a second skin.Rochester stood by the window, unmoving. His white shirt, perfectly pressed, now seemed to tighten against the weight of what he'd just seen.Below, the girl- the fragile one with defiance in her eyes-lay unconscious on a stretcher,flanked by two assistants who found her collapsed near the yard.He hadn't intended to go opposite his office that morning. But something pulled him there. Something about her had stopped his breath.The nurse approached from behind. “Sir, She's stable. Malnourished, dehydrated…. But she will wake soon”.Rochester didn't respond. He was too focused on the blur of memo

Anna went back outside to meet the old woman, so they could be going home together. They boarded a bus that took them to the house. And in less than thirty minutes, they were at the woman's place. The sun had already begun to shine brightly across the city when The old woman led Anna through THE crumbling gate of her home.From the outside,the modest bungalow didn't look like much-a faded blue paint job that was beginning to peel, a short iron fence rusting at the joints, and a small yard overtaken by wildflowers and weeds. But the air felt different here. It was Calmer and kinder. Anna stood still for a moment, her gaze resting on a slanted roof, the wind chimes above the doorway jingling faintly in the breeze. The door creaked open and the old woman stepped in first.“Come child”, She said, beckoning with a warm smile.”This is not a mansion, but it's a safe nest”. Anna stepped over the threshold and felt a wave of warmth wash over her- not from heat, but from so

It was a new day of working at her new job as a cleaner. The air was cool and slightly crisp, the kind of morning that should have held promise not dread. Her shoes were old but cleaned until they gleamed. She already bought a cleaning uniform which was an oversized grey dress and an apron-hung awkwardly on her slim frame, but she wore it with happiness within her.The old woman had woken up early to bless her,packing a warm meal in foil, whispering prayers only a woman who had known pain could craft . “Hold your head high,Anna and be humble. The old woman had said gently. “Even when they try to make you small, Don't think about it “.She went as fast as possible to board the bus to the office. Not long after she was at the office. Her eyes were focused . It was her first day as a cleaner. Her cousin's company. She approached the front desk, greeted the receptionist with a polite smile, and waited to be acknowledged. Moments later,a stern-looking woman in her m

Anna got out of bed, her reflection in the mirror as she checked her face. She no longer felt the ache in her feet or the tension in her shoulders. What she felt was a relief from all the pain she was feeling. She had planned to go the station to report what was going on. She had Rage in her , like how would her cousin want to take what was rightfully hers. The kind of Rage that grew from the deepest betrayal. The kind of Rage that could no longer sit silent, not even the world tried to tell her to shut up. She entered a cab and headed to the police station very early in the morning without telling Mama Grace her plan. Not long after, She arrived at the police station just as the morning sun cut through the low hanging clouds. The paint on the station was cracked and faded, the walls yellowed with age. The coat of arms above the Entrance was crooked. But none of that mattered.Justice lived here. At least, it was supposed to. Anna inhaled slowly, smoothed her dress,