Abused And Broken Novels & Stories

I had become a broken vessel, shattered and discarded, just like the windows of my soul. As I stood there, swaying on unsteady feet, I couldn't help but feel like a mere pile of mud, trampled on by the world around me. My spirit was fractured, my hope shattered. But deep down, buried beneath the layers of pain, a flicker of defiance remained. A small voice whispered, "Maybe, just maybe, there's a way to piece myself back together."

So comforting that she drifted gratefully to sleep, part of her wishing she would never wake up. After you've been systematically abused, your judgment erodes to the point where it's nearly impossible to make decisions. Small decisions are as tough as big ones. Even choosing a breakfast cereal seems filled with peril. You are so scared about doing the wrong thing, being blamed and punished for it, you'd rather have someone else take the responsibility.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

I cannot afford another injury now when my escape is so close. Abby huffs out and nods, and I watch them both leave without giving me a backward glance. Sitting up, I cradle my broken arm and fight back the tears threatening to cloud my vision. There’s only so much I can take…the Hallowed Bond ball has to be life-changing for me, or I will forever be stuck in this cycle of abuse.

In that moment, she felt isolated, betrayed, and trapped in a cycle of violence. Despite the excruciating pain, Sia summoned every ounce of strength within her. She refused to let the brutality define her. Deep within her, a glimmer of resilience ignited. Through the tears and bruises, she clung to the hope that one day she would break free from this vicious cycle of abuse.

His eyes turn into dark maroon ones, the usual color of a Broken. "And look, one female who looks like she doesn't give two flying shits about us." Who the pickle pie said I didn't care about your presence! You scare the living out of me! "Shut up little shitheads" Axel growls. I glared at Axel, minding him not to go any further. This will be reported to Broken Dean- as he liked to be called. Once you mess with one Broken, you'll have to mess with the whole Broken community. They'd torture you. Salvage you without water and food. Kill you limb by limb.

All my body is crushed. I moved my hand a little, and it felt like it was about to break. All my bones are broken. Eloy, really damn it, he wants to break all my bones and even kill me. Fuck! Damn my life! Hurry oma five minutes, if oma late I could die. I could report to the police, okay, I'll start it first. And end up shit back to me, I'd better treat my body. I need help immediately. People this busy and nobody helps me? Shit! Yes, my luck is horrible now. Accused of disgusting cheap stuff, fought with my wife, and now all my bones are broken. My fate has always been pathetic from the first.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

He took a deep breath and continued. "I can't take the weight of your love, I just can't. I'm getting lost on you, I feel like you'll be safe in the hands of another. I'm beyond damaged, I'm broken to the core. There are times I've felt maybe I'm not broken, just bent, but now, now I know I'm broken. Despite knowing broken things still work, I also know there's an expiry date. Broken things work till they don't."

Abel did the same with his hands and they were broken. “This is for hurting her hands and legs.”