Breaking Benjamin Break The Silence Novels & Stories

Finally, after minutes of shocked silence, I break the damn silence with the only phrase I can think of. “What the fuck?”

God, it wasn’t easy. Every part of me screamed to react. My hands ached to curl into fists, to shove him back. My tongue burned with all the sharp words I wasn’t saying because that was my armor, my bite. My survival. But I remembered what Benjamin told me. I remembered the plan. Go lower, he said. So I did. If Camila wanted to play the saint pale and trembling and perfectly broken then I would crawl beneath her halo and drag André down with me. Not through rage. Through pity. Through silence. Through the echoing hollowness he left inside me.

No applause. Only silence. And in that silence , Truth.

"You like acting like a crazy b*tch, huh? I'll show you how it's done!" As Roanna screamed in pain, Scott arrived at the scene. "So you brought this crazy woman here, huh? What part of 'Wendy needs peace and quiet' don't you understand?!" Not wasting another word, Scott clasped his hand over Roanna's mouth and dragged her out by the throat. As peace returned to the courtyard, I didn't even have the energy to think what they were talking about outside. Nervous, Mary said, "He's found us, so we have to go. I checked the forecast, and there might be a thunderstorm tonight, too…"

And the silence broke with a single, horrified whisper: “…Impossible.”

If I slept, I'd see my parents again. I resisted, fighting the seductive pull of darkness with all my might. I knew it was lying to me, but I couldn't speak. It felt like I was choking. I could only run—run... Just as the suffocating sensation threatened to consume me, a beam of light tore through the darkness like a sword. I, too, overcame the heaviness in my chest. For the first time, I heard my own voice, clear and true. "Harvey... help me."

CHAPTER 120 — THE NAME THAT HURT The room went silent. Not the normal kind. Not the quiet they had grown used to. This silence felt sharp. Like something had just broken open. ⸻ Elias Voss. ⸻ Sienna stared at the screen. Her breathing slowed. Then stopped. Then started again too fast. ⸻ The name sat there. Simple. Black text against a bright monitor. ⸻ But it didn’t feel simple. It felt heavy.

“Why?” Julian’s voice was soft, bitter. “Because I want to be here when you finally break.” The silence that followed was thick. And heavy. And understood. No more words. Just the sound of the house settling around them. And the echo of blood still drying on the floors below. The room was thick with silence, only broken by the soft hum of the air conditioner and the distant rustling of leaves brushing against the windowpane.

But this time, not with silence. With consent