Knockout And Breakdown Novels & Stories

But then, I think it might be someone else too. I pick up the phone and checked. It's him again. ~I'm gonna knock the door of your hear until you open it Nan!~ What does he mean by that? What does he mean by he's going to knock the door until I open it. ~Do whatever you like~ I try to write but then I erase the content one more time and turn it off and get back to sleep. I don't know when dad and Nathan returned. Like every morning when I'm home, Nathan knocks the door and don't answer me back

Fuck those sacrifices. “No matter what, once in your life, someone will hurt you, that someone will take all that you are, and rip it into pieces and they won’t even watch where the pieces land. But through breakdown, you’ll learn that you’re strong, and no matter how hard they destroy you, you can conquer anyone. You’re strong, Melissa. I know, I’ve witnessed it. ” Eugene said softly.

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—

Nick pointed to the beach around us and the children now rolling in the sand. "But not with you," I responded, thinking about the touch of Ethan I had just felt. It was wrong. "And would that be so bad?" Nick asked. I looked at the children—the little girl had Nick's hair and the boy had his smile. I would never have that. That part of him. "It would be terrible," I answered honestly. "Sofia... What made you drink last time? Be honest with me and with yourself, dear," Nick asked. I thought about my last breakdown. Even though my memory was hazy, I couldn't forget the final push that led me to the bottle of hidden whiskey in my suitcase.

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.

He had no choice but to depend on Sarah, who worked to support him and their child. Even so, he would often beat and berate her, blaming her for losing his wealthy lifestyle and promising career. He drank heavily every day until he broke his leg in a drunken fall, which made Sarah's life slightly easier. Now, Sarah looked worn down by time. She appeared haggard and aged, seeming a decade older than our peers. Once upon a time, we were the admired beautiful couple, the talk of the campus. These days, I rarely needed to attend business functions personally, and I no longer had to engage in drinking contests. Over the years, I had maintained strict discipline, losing my beer belly and gaining s

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.

Rachel would always choose someone else over me. Feeling tired, Rachel slowly stood up. Out of the corner of her eye, something shiny caught her attention in the trash bin. She walked over and saw the broken ring inside. It had broken that day, right when she left with Ethan and didn't look back. She crouched down and carefully picked out the broken pieces, her eyes beginning to fill with tears. At some point, Gwen had returned and was leaning against the doorway, watching Rachel's reaction with apparent disdain. "Now you regret it? He's long gone," Gwen coldly remarked.