Broken Things Jodi Picoult Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 14 MIMI’S Pov; I don’t think I’ve ever had a day that broke me in so many different ways. It was like every part of my life, every part I’d been trying to protect, just shattered at once my dignity, my crush, my self-respect, my sense of safety, everything. And somehow I was still trying to tell myself that everything was fine, that maybe I was just overreacting, even though deep down I knew the truth:

Summer rushed over crying, looking like a pear blossom in the rain. "Jodi, I know Aunt Mary wished she could kill me when she was still alive, but we only have each other to rely on now. Please don't hurt me anymore… I'll forget about all those times you abused me. I'll be obedient." As she spoke, she inadvertently displayed the scars on her arms, looking pitiful. Seeing that, Cade frowned as if it pained him. His eyes were filled with disappointment when he looked at me. "Jodi, she's your sister! How could you do this to her?!"

“But he was real—“ Jodi shakes his head, “He was a doll. A perfect doll. His Chinese was better than mine, but I don’t want perfection. I want…” Alex shifts again, “He wasn’t a doll. He was real, just like me. Why did you…? Why did you send him back? Why would you buy him and then break his heart like that?” “He doesn’t have a heart,” Jodi snaps, suddenly angry. Shantal pats Alex's knee to calm him down, urging him to go back to his Rubix cube. Alex's bright eyes look from Baekyun to Jodi and back, “Why would he—“

Only one messaged from him and all my worries would be gone. “I hope he won’t get mad.” I whispered while staring the table out from the garden. Until now I couldn’t believe that our house was still the same. I thought Demir would let Laura lived here and changed everything. As I was about to stand the frame suddenly fell on the ground. My heart skipped in surprise to hear the loud bang and the broken pieces of glasses scattered on the ground. I was about to pick one of the broken glasses but it pinned on my fingers and so as my phone suddenly vibrated.

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

Every saturday morning, the sun gleamed with pride. Thaddeus sat astride the window watching as tiny rain drops trickled down the window pane, descending in the house through the tiny crack in the roof. It should have been fixed by their dad a some sunny months ago... His thoughts flew out of proportion with the hard thuds he thought he'd heard on the weak door of his small house. Almost instantly there came a rapid second thud on the door. It was also as the first, if not harder. Whoever was knocking should be grateful Sarah was not home, it would...

That afternoon she had told everyone at Garvey’s about the baby. Today, her head was clear and she thought over what Matt had said. He might have had a point. She had made decisions on her own that did not include him. She had told him what he wanted and needed for his life and future. Jodi had broken up with him in the most callous way – letting him think that she didn’t love him - on purpose. She had manipulated the break-up. Jodi had jumped through hoops to keep the pregnancy from him and everyone else.

Chapter 70: Shattered world MIA It felt like my whole world was crumbling, piece by piece, leaving nothing but broken pieces which I couldn't piece back together. My best friend, the one person I could always count on, hated me. My dad was on the verge of losing everything he’d worked his entire life for. And as if that wasn’t enough, we’d been forced out of the only home I’d ever known because of my uncle Greg’s cruel games.

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”

"For what? For Victoria's press conference this afternoon? For whatever new lies she's going to tell about me?" "For yourself. For the boys. For getting through this." I set down my spoon. "What if I can't get through this? What if this is the thing that finally breaks me?" "It won't." "How do you know?" "Because you've survived worse. You survived giving up Alexander. You survived almost dying in that warehouse. You survived being shot. You're the strongest person I know." "I don't feel strong. I feel broken." "Broken things can be repaired." "Not always. Sometimes they're too shattered. Too many pieces to put back together."