Knockout And Breakdown Novels & Stories

I stumbled backward in searing pain, positive one had cracked. I ignored the burning feeling in my side and used the adrenalin rush, running full speed in his direction. I didn't give him time to take a breath, let alone block himself. My foot snapped up, kicking him in the side. With his elbow pulled down to his hip in his attempt to block my kick, as soon as my leg dropped down, my fist hit him dead in the face. The force knocked him back a step, and I used the momentum to attack again. I hit him repeatedly in any spot he gave me access to. He fell to the ground after he took a shot to the temple, and I jumped on top of him, ready to end it.

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Ryo said, cracking his knuckles. Haru stepped back. “I didn’t do it intentionally.” “You humiliated me earlier.” “You did that yourself.” Ryo’s smile disappeared. “Don’t talk back to me.” He shoved a finger hard against Haru’s forehead. Haru lost his balance and fell backward. Pain shot through his elbow. “Ouch!” Ryo stepped forward. “You should’ve lied.” “I—” “Know your place!” He raised his hand. But before it could come down—

I needed to face it alone. I entered the bathroom and looked at the mirror. My face was marked by tears. My eyes wandered over the robe stained with food and the bruised knees. I didn't recognize myself, but it was me there. It was who I had allowed myself to be up until that moment, and I needed to see it very clearly. I needed to confront the fact that I had hit rock bottom, that I had hurt the people who cared about me, that I had hurt myself. I was punishing myself, why? Why was I doing that to myself? Losing my mind like this?

Orlando and I had been together for ten years. I'd looked after his sick mom, sweating out a fever of my own, and where was he? Knocking back drinks with Rosalind, playing therapist to her broken heart. I swallowed my pride at work, getting chewed out by my boss, while he spent the night companying Rosalind because she had cramps. Then, when I got the news my mom had passed, I tried calling him, desperate for support. But nope—phone off. After a wild goose chase, turns out he was at Rosalind's graduation. That was it. I gave up. But Orlando wouldn't let go. Red-eyed, he begged me for just one more chance.

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

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.

Tell me what did your dad do to you? (Amy) Mom, ever since you divorced dad, dad has been bringing different women home each and every day. When I protest he beats me until I can't move. He even lost his job, he become a drunkard. The worst part is... Tears started flowing down her face. (Roslyn) WHAT DID HE DO?

Not long after, Jemima also died of a heart attack. With all income gone, the Lawson family could no longer sustain its business and had to file for bankruptcy. The court repossessed their property, and the two Lawson men ended up renting a cheap room together. They were forced to work odd jobs to survive. Dad and I took the opportunity to acquire their company at a low price. After that, I never saw them again. Only once, when I stopped at a red light while driving, I glimpsed a cleaner on the roadside who looked a lot like Elton. The man passing out flyers beside him looked like Bowen.

that rang through the hall. Kelsey, who had used all her power in the punch, lost her balance fully. She fell down two steps, landing in a bad way on my level. She held the rail to stop from falling on her face, her breath coming in rough puffs. "Having problems with your balance?" I asked, my smile getting bigger. I liked watching her fight to stand. "Maybe you should sit down before you get hurt. Those steps can be hard when you are not very steady." Kelsey's face went from bright red to deep purple, like a bad fruit. She was breathing like she had just run a long way. Her chest moved up and down fast, and I could see the veins in her neck sticking out.