Novel & Cerita Broken Home

By the time I stumble back into the living room, the house is unrecognizable, turned upside down, drawers open, and shelves stripped. Burner steps toward me, unshaken. “When she returns, you call me. If you help her hide, you’ll only make it worse for her.” His gaze cuts through me like steel. “Do the right thing, Mr. Creed.” And then they’re gone. Sirens fading into the night, leaving behind a wrecked house, a fractured family, and a hollow ache in my chest. I stand in the ruins of my own home, heart pounding with one thought: Where the hell is my wife?

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

When I married this woman, my plan was to break her and through her, break her family. But she might have been broken long before she came to me. I'm surrounded by broken people who have pasts that would fill a horror bookstore. I am broken. Dante is broken. Cane is broken. Every single man and woman working in the underground business is broken. Even Dalinda and Milton are broken. I live in a broken life. So, why did seeing my wife broken bother me this much? Something deep inside of me wanted to comfort her. Some twisted part of me wanted to reach for her and hold her tight, wipe her tears from her eyes.

Everything seemed to come back to my mind again. I don’t know what I should do. I’m confused, scared with what I might learn. I’m scared that what I’m about to learn will break me more into pieces. I don’t want this anymore. I’m fed up of being weak and how I always need to fix my broken self. If only… If only he loves me… I’ll be able to at least accept everything.

༺RAYNE༻ It’s been a week since my life came crashing down. I’m broke, homeless and devastated. But at least I’ve got a roof over my head. Even if it’s a cheap dirty motel that could definitely pass off as a brothel. Thanks to the money that man had given me, I was able to pay for accommodation, get a few clothes and food. And now, I’m at the brink of being kicked out of the motel. I’ve also run out of my medication. I never would’ve thought my life would ever come down to this.

"Thorne told me your brain was melting from the inside out. I expected a real fight before your baseline broke completely." I looked up at her through the dark fringe of my hair. My chest was burning. My shoulder was ruined. Upstairs, Edal was bleeding because we couldn't protect her. The baby was gone. The circle was broken. I had absolutely nothing left to lose. No house. No fence. No future. *Let it break,* my brain whispered.

Damian asks. Am I okay? I feel dirty. I feel violated. I feel used. I'm in unbearable pain. I'm covered in blood, piss, and semen. I can taste shit in my mouth. My body won't stop trembling. There's tears falling from my eyes. He broke me.

After all, you're just a filthy country bumpkin—you deserve to die. I collapsed on the ground, my hands trembling uncontrollably as fresh blood gushed from my severed fingers. But my tear ducts had dried up by then, and I could no longer shed a single tear. "Do you hate them? Why should they be enjoying themselves as a family while you suffer alone here? If I were you, I'd take revenge and make that animalistic family pay the price!" Bruce grabbed my trembling hand and shoved a remote control into it. "As soon as you press this button, the video of Zachary and his wife torturing my daughter to death back then will be uploaded to every major video site.

He seemed to have found the perfect outlet to vent, glaring at me and yelling, "You just want to force me to renovate that stupid marital house, don't you? I'm telling you, I refuse! I'm also divorcing you! Are you happy now?" With that said, he sped away, leaving only a cloud of foul exhaust fumes. I stood there, my ankle throbbing in pain, but my heart was deathly calm. That night, I called my brother, Liam Montana, who lived a thousand miles away. I poured my heart out about everything that had happened over the past two weeks. On the other end of the line, Liam's voice trembled with anger, but it eventually softened into gentle comfort. "You did the right thing. Come home. I'm waiting fo

As lovers do. What matters is that. In the end, I fell in love with the boy who, Broke my heart. ♡♡♡THE END♡♡♡ ___