Ill Save This Damn Family Novels & Stories

As far as family goes, they’re all I have… and Tyler doesn’t know anyone else. The thought hits me out of nowhere. They’re my family—but is Tyler part of it now, just because we’re married? Even though the marriage wasn’t planned and I’m only staying here for three months? What do I even call him that doesn't sound strange? He’s my husband… but is he a part of my family? This wasn’t supposed to be so complicated. When I reach my room, I unlock my phone. Several missed calls from my uncle and aunt. Two messages from Max. One from Vanessa. A few emails—definitely work-related—so I ignore them.

Close enough that my voice didn’t need to be loud. “Why the fuck would I do that” I let out a dry laugh “You are okay watching us get spoken down on and dragged through social media?” Jimmy asked “You don’t care that I’m alive! You care that you look bad?” “We are your family at the end of the day, fix it immediately and stop acting a fool” My mother’s face hardened “No we aren’t” I shook my head and for a second none of them spoke “I was never family” I added “Here comes the drama” Jimmy rolled his eyes

In the interrogation room, the suspect's voice grew more vicious and impatient: "Fuck, nobody paid up. I wasn't gonna work for free, and still have to cover the damn rental costs, was I? So I figured it was her own damn luck, had to send her to her grave. Tsk, that look in her eyes before she died... muttering some 'brother save me'... 'father save me'... what fucking bad luck! Annoying the hell out of me!" "Brother save me"... "Father save me"... These words were like a red-hot brand seared onto Damine's soul! He could see his sister in her final moments, those desperate, tear-filled eyes, still calling out fruitlessly to the family she had once trusted most! "Animal! I'll kill you!!" Three

but then I heard him. "no one should have to go through what you did. Any decent human being should have saved you. It is not something you need to repay. Even if you don't agree with me, I don't care... because I can do anything to protect my family... just like you. And right now... you are my family! Yes! You are my wife... you and Eva are my only family and I will do anything to protect you both... and remember this... that asshole was never your father... his family was never yours but this ring is yours... I am your Husband and Eva is your sister-in-law... WE ARE A FAMILY." He said and the realization washed all over me... he ... is my family! How was it guys?

“No. She was done arguing with you.” I stepped closer. “This is the last chance I’m giving you,” I said. “That night—did you leave on your own, or did she throw you out? Think carefully before you answer.” I paused, letting the silence thicken. “Because if you lie,” I continued calmly, “I won’t ask again. I’ll let the family investigate you.” The word family hit her like a gunshot. Her face drained of color. Her knees buckled, and she slid down the wall, barely catching herself before collapsing completely.

“I have feelings. I have a heart. And it’s affected by every single demeaning word you throw at me.” They shout back. Both of them. Over each other. At me. At the mess. “Oh I'm the disgrace to the family huh? You wanna play that game?” I laugh, wild and ugly. “Fine. Since we're finally talking in this family you should know I hate you. I hate you both. I hate this fucking dysfunctional family.” My dad steps forward. “Watch your mouth.”

Kasey cried out in shock, and Connor instinctively shielded her. Noah was drenched in grease and shouted, "Mom, what are you doing? Why are you being so difficult? If I had known, I never would've left Faith with you. You've ruined her! You can't even compare to Dad. I don't know why he ever married you!" I sucked in a deep breath. "You're right. I won't take care of Faith anymore. Let her generous grandparents do it instead!" I stormed out of the room and pointed at Connor. "He can pay today's bill. It's over 7,000. Let him cover it."

"A good wife brings prosperity to generations. A wicked one ruins an entire family. Choose wisely." As the night deepened, the family gathered to keep vigil beside the caskets. Kelly, unwelcome among them, shrank into a corner, her presence tolerated but barely acknowledged. I found her there later. "Zarrick's finished," I told her softly. "And when I leave him, I'll make sure he walks away with nothing. If you're willing to stay with him then, when he's broke and ruined, then maybe—just maybe—I'll believe your love is real."

My parents listened to those desperate calls with nothing but irritation, dismissing each one as theatrics, an inconvenience unworthy of their time. My brother snarled over the phone, “Then just die already!” So I did. In the end, it was my three-year-old daughter who made the final call—using her smartwatch to video my mother, live-streaming the freezer where my severed head lay. Now, my spirit watches from above as they all, one by one, begin to unravel. ... I knew I was finally going to die. So I called my family. My mom answered. She was in the middle of a face mask, her voice muffled and edged with impatience. “What is it now, Elena?”

My family. We got into the police car. Derek was still yelling from the doorway. I turned and looked back at him one last time. “I’m never going back to you,” I said quietly. “Not ever.” Then I turned to the three men who had saved my life and my heart. “You ready?” I asked. Marcus smiled, small and real. “We’re ready. All of us. Forever.” Damien leaned in and whispered, “And we’re burning everything down for you.” Lucas just nodded and said, “Our family.”