Shatter Me By Tahereh Mafi Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 14 MIMI’S Pov; I don’t think I’ve ever had a day that broke me in so many different ways. It was like every part of my life, every part I’d been trying to protect, just shattered at once my dignity, my crush, my self-respect, my sense of safety, everything. And somehow I was still trying to tell myself that everything was fine, that maybe I was just overreacting, even though deep down I knew the truth:

He slammed into me hard and wild with no mercy or warning just going straight in expanding me to my limit as I tried to accommodate his monster. I gasped. I shivered. I cried. Tears slipped down the side of my eyes smearing fresh mascara stain on me “This is what you wanted right?” He asked as he slammed in again.

A single hand reached upward, the tiny fingers curled as though seeking mine, seeking protection I had failed to provide. I fell to my knees beside her, the world around me narrowing into red, black, and white. Rage coiled tight in my chest, twisting, burning, a storm no man could weather. I touched her cheek, cold and unyielding, and felt the emptiness that replaced the warmth I had always taken for granted. “Lana…” I whispered, voice breaking, though no one could hear. There was no salvation here, no mercy, only consequences. And the consequence, the living reminder of human frailty and the audacity of my enemies, had been taken from me.

And he left me there and my dam broke ,I sobbed shoving my face on pillow,I don't know till how long I cried and soon drifted off to sleep. I stir when I felt someone shaking me who is it "five more minutes please" why people disturb me in my sleep urgh the annoying person again shook me " five minutes na let me sleep " again he shook me this time I aggressively sat up glaring at the person in front of me with my scrunched eyes it took me two minutes to analyse who is infront of me and I awed in love ,awww he is so cute ,who is this cutieee "What is your name sweety" I asked softly cupping her cheek but she showed me her tongue folding her tiny hands in front of her ,is she mad at me but why

She asked with so much hurt lacing her voice and my heart shattered. "Aiden detest me, his mum practically wants me dead. Some flee from me,I'm more like an outcast " Tears trickled down her angelic face and my insides burned at her confession. "Tahira…. listen.." I swallowed but her beautiful hands cupped my cheek and fire burst through my body. "Don't hate me Seven, I really like you" She said and and sparks rushed down my blood, she bent low edging closer and my brain went into total shutdown as her lips slam into mine.

"But this is not the once you saved my life. You also saved my life seven years ago that was the first time I met you and fall in love with you at first sight. I was driving but my brakes failed and I lose control over my car and it hit the tree beside the road and roll upside down. It's was raining outside so no many people were there. And the remaining ignored me because they don't want to get involved in any kind of trouble. At that time you came from nowhere and save me and I saw my Angel for the first time, this is the first time I fell in love with you just by seeing you. I never believe in love but you make me believe in it. Everyone ignores me because they feel that I am their burden

The cop replied with a hint of mockery in his voice. The tubes in my arm trembled with the ferocity of my shaking. Anger and grief fought within me, both as sharp as the other. My voice lost. My face ruined. My freedom stolen from me. And the one man who should have been standing beside me had been the one who set me up. I lay there, restrained to the bed, the sound of his betrayal ringing clearer than any tune I ever composed. My world hadn't fallen apart. It had been burned to ashes. “Why Ethan? Why?”

The part I abandoned for a fantasy called love. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “That doesn’t cut it!” she roars. Suddenly, the room explodes—literally shatters—as if the world around us were glass. Shards of memory, regret, and pain swirl in the air, slicing into us like razors. I cry out as a sharp edge cuts across my cheek, another across my shoulder. Blood spills, warm and wet, but she doesn’t flinch. She stands in the storm of our broken past, screaming.

But he doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know that every ounce of pain I’ve endured in my life has turned me into something sharp, something that bites back. He doesn’t know that I don’t just break, I shatter , and I take down whoever’s closest when I do. I feel the nausea curling tighter in my chest, but underneath it, something else bubbles: anger. No. Rage .

I would pack Luna’s things and mine, leave this city, run my business remotely, and leave the house that still smelled like Mark, leave the woman who had quietly taken my place in my daughter’s stories and my damn husband’s bed. I will go for a clean break. A new start somewhere the neighbors didn’t know my shame. And right now, just one reckless night with the man who looked at me like I was worth ruining for… it didn’t feel like betrayal anymore. It felt like survival. I lifted my chin, met his gaze, and let another tear fall on purpose. “Yes,” I whispered. “It is.” The words barely left my mouth before I moved. I grabbed the back of his neck with both hands and pulled him down hard. My mo