Romans & histoires Book Broken Pieces

I couldn’t sit here anymore. Not like this. Not waiting. My eyes scanned the room for the hundredth time since we’d woken up. Crates. Damp stone walls. Rusted shelving. A pipe bolted behind my back. Then I saw it. Near one of the wooden crates. A broken glass bottle. Most of it was shattered into dull fragments, but one piece, long, jagged, wickedly sharp, lay separated from the rest. Just out of reach. I stared at it.

Sandra sat in the front with Adonis, Morgan behind them, and Bella beside Dave in the back. Dave’s arm wrapped around her automatically. She leaned into him, breathing him in. Calm followed. “Do you know how Marcus is?” she asked after a moment. “And Elder Ravenn?” Morgan answered with thinly veiled satisfaction. “Marcus has a fractured arm.” Bella winced. “The Elder’s still in recovery,” Morgan continued. “Internal bruising. Some lacerations.” Guilt twisted in her stomach. Dave tilted her face toward him gently. “They earned every consequence, Sugar.”

She knew that was all Bambi was interested in. “Damn you! I told you to take me along!” he lashed at her, envy evident in his tone, and Jada couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah right, as if you can travel without a passport. Or maybe I can try to fit you into my luggage next time.” Bambi frowned, “I suddenly remembered that thief!” he exclaimed, rolling his eyes and scratching his forehead. He was referring to his most recent partner. They spent the night in his apartment and he got drunk. When he woke up, the guy was gone along with his bag.

Sara’s head was bandaged above her left ear with the hair shaved down, showing mute testimony of having needed many stitches at the very least. Sara’s left arm was in a cast from her hand to her elbow, the brutally discolored fingers poking out feebly from the plaster. A bandage covered her left cheek where it had had to be stitched closed. Johnny could see the edges of a soft cast which wrapped around Sara's left side, through the opening in her hospital gown, obviously to support and protect broken ribs. And Sara’s right arm was wrapped in gauze covering some other, unknown wound.

she screamed out fire and brimstone from her lungs, as if she had been heartbroken by her boyfriend. “ Aria, I didn’t mean to. It was a mistake..” my eyes dilated, as I saw the pains in her eyes, it was more than being heartbroken. Aria is so addicted to her books, that when you break her books you break her… you break lose memories that was meant to be hidden.

’ I thought to myself as I closed the car door. My chest stiffened as I walked into the room and saw the mess Rick made last night. The blue lamp that sat on my nightstand was on the floor in pieces. It looked as if it had been thrown across the room and hit the wall. At a second glance, I could see marks on the wall where the lamp must have made contact. A picture. No correction. The only picture I had in my room was also on the floor. The frame was in two pieces and there was glass everywhere.

It’s then that I hear the decidedly hollow sound of a cork being popped from the second bottle. I cross the mezzanine, closing the Archives door firmly behind me and never looking back. Because two broken people will either fit together perfectly, or destroy each other beyond repair.

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

Totally broken. `

I ask in a cold voice with a straight face trying to hide the fear creeping up my throat threatening to choke me. "I thought I would come say hello to my mate and you really didn't make it easy to get in. Almost like you didn't want me to come in, but that would be ridiculous. I broke a window and climbed through. Those aren't reinforced. You really wanna be careful with that because someone could just break in whenever they want. Luckily this time it was just me." It almost sounds like he is genuinely concerned about it, yet I know better. He is fucking crazy.