Cut My Life Into Pieces By Papa Roach Novels & Stories

I ordered the bitterest black coffee they had. The papers lay spread out on the table, the top page reading "Application for Mate Bond Dissolution." I stared at it for a long time before organizing the documents in order and tucking them under a stack of ordinary forms. Just then, the bell above the door chimed. I looked up and saw Brandon and Liana walking in together. He stopped short. But Liana was the first to smile, her eyes crinkling as she greeted me. "You must be the future Luna of the Blackstone pack, Elizabeth Crowley. Hello. You're much prettier than your photos."

I crawled inside and everything came crashing down. I felt a hundred voices howling at me, Biscuits mutilated body flashed before me, I could smell the stink of Johns body as I squeezed the life out of him, the look on Davin’s face when I told him I couldn’t have children. It was all whirling and pulling me down. I wanted to rip myself in two to release this anguish and anger. I let out a blood curdling scream and flung out my hands. I felt the emotions fly out through my hands with amazing force. At the same time, I saw the propane tank explode in my face. Dingo/Davin POV

Once Marcus found himself a reliable backer, he quickly abandoned Scarlet and even Anne and Mabel to live a shameless life with Brutus. Scarlet blamed me for what Brutus did to her and for Marcus abandoning her, and soon she began to hate me completely. When she was utterly famished, she even cut flesh from her own legs to eat, barely clinging to life. Still, that wasn't a viable long-term solution. When she was at her most desperate times, she finally encountered these men with her. They were ruthless thugs, robbing and killing to survive. Eventually, they formed a criminal ring led by Bobby Foster—the dark, burly man standing before me.

"If we hadn't broken her legs, how else would Laura have gotten her spot on stage? Jean only lost her legs. If we hadn't done it, Laura would've lost the love of her life and everything she's worked for! Laura's pregnant now, and she's happier than ever. I don't regret a thing." "I'd do anything for Laura." Elias Levy's and Melvin Sorensen's voices drifted in from the living room. My mind went totally blank at that. One was the man I used to look up to and care about, and the other was my own brother. I thought they were the ones who would always guide me. Turned out, they were the ones who shoved me into the dark! I remembered everything. After I was assaulted, the police came to the hospit

And now, there I lay, in that exact same position. "Clara, did you find out everything? Is this your way of punishing me? Wake up!" His voice cracked. "Open your eyes, say something—anything! I'll do whatever you want, just… just talk to me." Tears streamed down his face. He never imagined that I, of all people, would be so ruthless. He had watched Mom die a horrible death before, and now, I had chosen the same fate. "Why, Clara? Why did you choose this?"

But I stayed still, letting it burn quietly. “I see you,” I whispered into the dark, voice low but fierce. “I see all of you. Your world. Your friends. Your games. And I see how easily you forget the hearts you touch. I see it all.” And then the truth hit me like ice: He had wanted all of us, one by one, like pieces to collect. And I… I had almost been just another piece. I felt my stomach twist. But somewhere in that pain, I also felt the first spark of control.

I had to show Leonardo that I will play on the palm of his hand and cooperate with his plans. But how was I going to do that? Well, he took care of this problem himself. A few days after he locked me in this place forbidding me to go out, I tried to cut my veins with a broken glass of wine. I didn’t know what happened back then. All I remember is that for five minutes I wasn’t myself. I couldn’t’ breathe. There was only one thought in my mind: ‘’Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop.’’ I was out of my mind and the only thing which could ground me to earth was pain. It so happened that I was holding a glass of red wine which I broke and tried to cut myself with. Leonardo came at the exact

Instead, I went straight to a phone shop, got a new SIM card, snapped the old one in half, and tossed it into the trash. Maybe I should've been grateful Ian never went with me to register our marriage. Otherwise, getting a divorce now would've been a real headache. I logged into the backend of the platform where my songs had been uploaded. After trying every method I could think of, I finally managed to change the verification to 'Composer, Lexi Collins,' and I updated the profile picture as well. Then I posted a statement. 'My account was previously accessed and used without permission by my younger sister. I have now regained control. I hope she will return the songs I personally created.

It's not that I'm not used to hate, but because everyone believes anything they see on the internet, even if it's not the truth of the whole story. I sat down on the cold floor lifelessly. Staring at my screen. Is this the start of my downfall? Twelve years of my hard work… and this is what I get in return?

The sound of it breaking was the only satisfying thing that had happened in the last ten minutes. "Fuckers!" The word came out loud and unguarded, which was the version of me that existed only in rooms with no cameras and no witnesses. I pressed both hands against my temples and let the full weight of the evening sit for a moment … all the planning, all the money, all the careful construction of a moment that had been right there and had been snatched back. "I can't believe you are getting away with this." I said it to the tablet screen, to the image of Ken and his mother still visible in the background of the live feed. "After every single thing I put into this."