I'm Broken, But Save Him First Novels & Stories

“I’m breaking apart.” His footsteps echoed as he approached, crouching so his gaze met mine. There was no pity in his expression, only truth. “Good. Break. Shatter. Let go of who you were. Because the girl who was afraid to fight is already gone. What remains is what will save you.”

I wept even harder, my whole body shaking violently. Lucas didn't move. He just held me. He held me as I shattered into a million pieces. He didn't try to stop my tears. He didn't tell me to be quiet. He just let me break apart in his arms. "I didn't s-s-s-saved him," I whispered, my voice so low it barely escaped. "I should've saved him. I should've—" "No," Lucas interrupted gently, his hand cupping my face up and rotating me to face him.

I called and ran to him,I knelt beside him and called out his name several times but he wasn't responding "Kareem" I called him again with a shaky voice "Kareem...please wake up...Kareem..Kareem I'm sorry Kareem" I beg him in tears "Somebody please call an ambulance! " I yelled ******* I'm really sorry Kareem...why did you save me? why Kareem?! Why?! I thought you don't care.... Just open your eyes and say anything...even if you lock me up somewhere or hit me...I'll take everything but please just open your eyes and let me know you're fine

"He's as horrible as sin! Look at those bodies!" I stood there with my head lowered and my hands were balled up into trembling fists. I could do nothing but give up to their humiliation. No one would listen to me even if I tried to explain. They just saw the first side of the coin — they wouldn't even bother to flip it and see the other side. "ENOUGH!" I heard a familiar voice. I turned in the direction of the speaker, and saw Hazel, her brows knit together and her eyes screamed of irritation.

Denzel was feeling better now, he was sleeping peacefully. "Baby. I can’t live without you". He sat by the bed holding his hand attached with needles. "I don’t know if someone hears me out what they will think about me, may be crazy, but for me you are the most important person in my life Denzel. Nothing matter more than this. I know people always think about their hire, their children, but i can’t imagine my life without you.

, he mumbles as time slips like a fine sand. "Yes, this should work...", he founds something in few distance. Without thinking twice, he grabbed a loose metal rod lying nearby and smashed it against the window. The glass shattered, sharp pieces falling as he reached in, unlocking the door. "Don't worry I got you—", he exhales sharply. The moment it opened, the smoke hit him—but he ignored it. “Stay with me,” he muttered, more to himself than her. He pulled her out carefully, laying her against the pavement, already dialing emergency services.

A sharp crack broke the silence in the living room. The bracelet hit the hard marble floor, and the gem shattered into pieces. At that instant, everything around me stood still. I stared at the broken pieces on the floor, my mind going blank. Susan shrieked and took a step back. Jason swiftly grabbed Susan's hand and anxiously checked the back of her hand and her calves. "Did you get cut by the shards? Does it hurt?" He was finally relieved after making sure that Susan wasn't hurt. He turned around and stared at me, frozen in place, my face pale.

"If you really want to thank me, then get better soon. The marks will disappear in a few days." Ava gave a small nod. "Okay." Maverick closed the first aid kit, then stood up first. "It's time to go." He walked toward the living room door. Ava rose from her seat as well. But after taking only a few steps, she suddenly stopped. "Mr. Maverick." The man turned to look at her. "Yes?" Ava looked at the back of Maverick's hand, which was still holding the first aid kit. For reasons she couldn't explain, she slowly reached out and lightly touched the sleeve of his arm with the tips of her fingers.

“You keep calling yourself broken like that, disqualifies you. But it’s the reason they trust you. Because you’ve seen hell and didn’t crawl away from it—you stood back up and started training.” I was broken. How could she not see this? It was terrible to think that I was going to get these people killed, the last thing I wanted to do. They were good people. Very good people. This much was for sure. I shook my head, voice flat. “I’m no savior, Mara.” She didn’t blink. “Good. We’ve had enough of those. We need someone real.” I stood slowly, legs stiff from training. “So what now?”

"I can't save everyone. I know that. But maybe—maybe I can save him. Maybe that's enough." "And you? And me?" "We're already dead," he said quietly. "We just haven't stopped breathing yet." She wanted to argue. To say they could all get out. All survive. But she couldn't. Because he was right. They were already broken. Already lost. But maybe—just maybe—they could save James before he broke too. "What do you need me to do?" she asked. "Tomorrow. When they arrive. Follow my lead. Trust me." "I do."