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The older they got, the more they followed her lead. And then came the night that broke me. My seventeenth birthday. A night I should have celebrated. A night I should have felt loved. Instead, I was alone in the storage room that served as my bedroom, exhausted from cooking and cleaning for a family that despised me. That was the night her guards came. The night she had them hold me down one by one and assaulted me. I won’t describe what happened. I don’t need to. Some things don’t need details to be understood. Some pain speaks for itself.

He could start crying, but would it help? Thaddeus remembered several other boys who had been caught up in this dark, rat-infested alleyway alone with the older boys. It was a saga he was quite familiar with, you either end up losing your money or you cry home with a scraped knee and a broken nose. If he stayed, similar fate awaites him. If he ran, he might get lucky. "Too dull to pause, or make an end..." A line from a poem whose title seemed fuzzy in his head.

Hello Lovelies. From here the part two of this book SHATTERED YET STRONG will begin. It is the story of Gabriel and Louis. It will have the characters of book 1, BROKEN BUT BEAUTIFUL continues but they won't be focused much till the middle of the book. Also, this book mentions the triggers of rape, assault and heartbreak. I would suggest if it isn't your cup of tea, you may leave it here. Tabby Chapter 1. Letting the Pain out...

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

Wet for me…! “Then how can you---?” I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers. I didn’t want to talk – it seemed that nobody was listening to me anyway. Sure, this wasn’t a normal situation, but I wasn’t normal either. I was fucked up and broken. Everything I’d once believed in had turned on me and abused me. Left me as little more than a husk of a person – still a child in many ways. So no, I wasn’t normal!

"you didn't kill her while she escape right?" "Maybe you're right but that's nothing compare to everything I'd done to her. Abused her both sexually and physically. I ruined her. I broke her. She sees me as a beast, a monster and I doubt if she'll ever accept me. Hell she won't." I blunted out, my voice husky. "I understand. I think what you've to do is make things right, is to send her back to her pack..." She barely finished that when I cut her off.

My body screamed, my voice cracked, my back arched so hard it felt like I’d break. But they didn’t let up. They wanted me broken, crying, trembling, ruined. And God help me, I gave it to them. I thought I had nothing left to give. My body was trembling, my throat raw, my skin marked everywhere their hands and mouths had claimed me. But the three of them weren’t satisfied. They wanted me shattered.

she said. Who would have guessed that all it would take to break me was a single phrase like that? I had been abducted, subjected to unspeakable bodily assaults, beatings, and even had my flesh eaten, yet despite it all, I had managed to keep my strength. But the fact that someone described me as "disgusting" was my final straw. I broke into tears and let out everything going through my mind—the anguish of loss, the heartache, and the sorrow. I let myself up to the water and let it wash over me until there was nothing left of me.

But I needed to tell Jack, I needed him, I wanted him. I called Jack crying telling him everything that happened and Jack listened to me and managed to calm me down. ~The next day~ Me and Ella were meeting up with the boys at the airport. Aubrey had called us crying saying how her parents wouldn't let her go. I felt really bad because I know how bad she wanted to go but she really couldn't disobey her parents because her dad is abusive and her mom is super strict.

Every dream I had — of family, love, safety — shattered before it had even begun. Then, weeks later, he came back — broken, remorseful, and swearing he didn’t remember it happening. He said he’d been drinking too much, that he couldn’t believe it was true. He was lost, confused, and desperate to make things right.If it hadn’t been for another friend — the one who came to me and told me that the next morning he’d gone to him, crying, confused, and full of regret — I probably would’ve never believed him. But somehow, I did.