Broken Open Novels & Stories

Fuck those sacrifices. “No matter what, once in your life, someone will hurt you, that someone will take all that you are, and rip it into pieces and they won’t even watch where the pieces land. But through breakdown, you’ll learn that you’re strong, and no matter how hard they destroy you, you can conquer anyone. You’re strong, Melissa. I know, I’ve witnessed it. ” Eugene said softly.

I can take this beating. The entire time Maximus is hitting and kicking me I don't make a noise. Not a whimper or cry. He will not get the benefit of hearing me in pain. I can tell at this point I have a couple bruises on my face, a split lip, and atleast 3 broken rbs. I'm starting to pass out from the pain of the repetetive hits.

Breaking Free can be a true story. Many women on a daily basis goes through what Katie is going through. Domestic abuse or any sort of abuse is never okay. Never let anybody take away your worth, because you are worth everything! If you are getting hurt by somebody you thought cared about you, get help. Never be afraid to reach out, because it's not okay for somebody to call you names, to yell or place their hands on you. Never allow somebody take advantage and cause you that type of pain.

she asked, pretending to be irritated at the familiar faces that came to pick her up. The first one to come out of the van was Bambi–Jada’s manager, confidante, gay best friend, mother, father, older sister, and older brother all rolled into one. "Shut it! As if you didn’t know, I haven’t been dating for weeks!” Bambi rolled her eyes as if reminded of his sad love life. “Actually, no one wanted to date me because I’m broke!” He continued, pouting his hot-pink lips.

He went over and over again until he could no more. Denise yawned as she stretched her arms with her eyes still shut. “My head hurts!” she complained. Her head pounded and a sharp pain slit through her forehead. Denise held her forehead and squeezed. She made to remove the blanket on her body but it seemed stuck. Anytime she pulled, it got stuck. Then, she opened her eyes. Turning to her right, Denise nearly let out a scream but held her mouth as soon as possible. Her eyes widened in shock. Lying beside her was a tall glass of a fine man she had not seen in many years. His eyes were shut but she couldn’t take hers off him. There was no doubt; he was extremely handsome with a strand of hair c

Elodie was still nagging incessantly. I couldn’t bear this humiliation any longer, I didn’t want to stay here for another second. “Jessica, stop right there!” Lucas grabbed my wrist and pulled me back with such force that it felt like he might crush my bones. “Lucas, look, I need to treat my wound!” I winced in pain as the blisters on my arm had burst, revealing raw, red flesh that was horrifying to look at. Lucas glanced at my arm and eventually let go of my wrist.

Healing was not linear. But tonight, something fundamental had shifted. Her walls had not shattered. They had opened. And as she turned off the lights and prepared for sleep, a quiet certainty settled inside her: This was not a reckless leap. It was a careful unfolding. And for the first time since everything had broken, she was no longer bracing for impact. She was leaning into possibility.

There must be something I could use to break this window open. I searched for a while and I finally found something. It wasn't really strong but with my strength, I will be able to break it open. I picked up the instrument, held it tight and I punched the window hard. I did it once, twice and then it opened. Renee noticed and he tried to stop me. He couldn't stop my speed, I was already outside the car. I sustained an injury from the broken window glass but it was fine. I would even get shot by Dominick so a minor stab wouldn't be any different.

A sudden movement caught my attention. Near one of the smaller cracks in the ground. It hadn’t closed completely. It had stabilized. Held in place like a wound that had stopped bleeding but hadn’t healed. And around it— The air shimmered faintly. My stomach tightened. “That’s not supposed to still be there,” I said. Adrian followed my gaze. “What is it?” “The breach,” I replied. “Or… what’s left of it.” Darius stepped closer, his expression wary. “You said you closed it.”

The gloves snapped as she put them on. "Lucy, hold his shoulders. You, hold the good knee," she said to the man accompanying the arrogant cowboy. Her hands were cold and steady as she cut the soaked pants. When the fabric opened, even the tough ER folks shuddered. The femur tore through the flesh like a broken branch, dirt and rocks stuck to the wound. "Shit!" Lucy cursed. Sofia leaned in, illuminating the bone with a flashlight. "Grade IIIB open fracture. Needs surgical irrigation now, Dr. Vance."