Fix Me Im Broken Novels & Stories

I stopped in the last five steps of the stairs when I saw Wright playing his guitar while sitting on the one sitter sofa. "Let me hold you for the last time, it's the last chance to feel again. But you broke me, now I can't feel anything. When I love you it's so untrue, I can't even convince myself. When I'm speaking it's the voice of someone else. Oh, it tears me up, I tried to hold on but it hurts too much. I tried to forgive but it's not enough, to make it all okay. " "Can't sleep?" I winced when he spoke.

If I discovered that you have lied or manipulated us in any way, I would break you beyond repairs little mate,' Roy said and moved out of the room. I bent over as the tears rushed from my eyes. I was surprised to see Roman enter into the room. He must not have gone far. He took hold of my arm and pulled me to his chest. 'It is okay Raven. You need to keep it together for April. We will talk about this later,' Roman said rubbing circles on my back. 'Roy said he would break me beyond repairs,' I sobbed into his chest. 'He can't and he won't. He is just angry. He thought you lied to us. Don't bother yourself. If he breaks you, I will heal you,' Roman said it like a vow.

“I can’t live without you. Without Tom. You are my family—even before I knew the truth. Everything I did for you, for him… I did it out of love. Even when I didn’t know he was my son.” Sarah’s heart clenched painfully. “You broke me once,” she said, tears spilling. “You took something from me that I can never get back.” James nodded, tears streaming down his face. “I know. And that knowledge is killing me. I hate myself for that night. I was lost. Drunk. Broken. But that doesn’t excuse it. Nothing ever will.” He sank to his knees right there on the balcony. “I am begging you, Sarah. I am ready to spend the rest of my life restoring what I destroyed. I will be patient. I will wait. I will end

Thank the Gods that I don’t have to go through that hell anymore. I just didn’t care about anyone anymore and slowly they all forgot about me. That’s fine. I may be a broken mess but I’m still here. Still painting my heart out. But in my gut, I know I could and should do better. I always feel like there is more. Like I am only seeing the cover of my own book. I just don’t know how to open it.

An unimaginable feeling of ecstasy overwhelms me. I smile pleased, satisfied. Roman will regret underestimating me. #####################

it's not late yet, I can still fix it. I have to fix this and this time, I wouldn't fail.

Something broken, fragile. Something I had ruined.

It wasn’t my wolf coming back yet, but it was hope. Maybe, just maybe, Zeus and I could fix each other. One broken piece at a time.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.