Novel & Cerita Shatter Me Parents Guide

But it didn’t soothe me. I walked past them and into my old room. Nothing had changed. The same blue sheets. The same books on the shelf. The same framed photo on the nightstand—me, Enzo, and our parents, smiling like liars. I grabbed the photo, stared at it, then threw it across the room. Glass shattered like a scream. My mother gasped. My father stepped into the doorway. “Thaila, you can’t burn down everything just because you’re hurting.”

"Why did you have to be so naive?" "Our own father killed you.", I whispered as my tears fell to the floor while clutching the framed photo in my hand. I began to sob as I covered my mouth, being sure not to make any noise. My grip tightened so hard around the frame I felt it crack under the pressure. It was like me; I was cracking under the pressure. I gritted my teeth as I threw the photo across the room. It bounced off the wall and fell to the ground. The shattered glass surrounded the photo which lay face down on the floor. I took a deep breath as I wiped my tears, this isn't who I am anymore.

Crippling shame shudders through me, and it feels as if the ground is ripped from beneath my feet. Xander’s arms wrap around me, and as I sink to the ground, he pulls me against his chest, his body folding over mine as I shatter into a million pieces. I thought I broke when my parents died, but I was wrong. Nothing kills like the shame I’m feeling right now. It strips me of my confidence and makes me feel like a cheap toy that can be used for others' entertainment. As I weep, Xander just presses his face against the back of my neck. He doesn’t try to say anything.

Her hand was still on Milo's shoulder, and I saw her fingers tighten against the girl's coat. "My truth," Sage said, and her voice was steady despite the fear I could see in her eyes. "I have been holding on to the hatred I have for these men for seven years. Not because they rejected me. I could have survived that. But because of the cruel ways they did it. They took away my dignity. The last shred of peace I had. And I came from a family that was already broken. A traitorous father who abandoned us. A deceased mother who died of shame. I had nothing left. And they took the only thing I had."

I stood there alone, staring at nothing, feeling something inside me shatter so completely I wasn't sure it would ever be whole again. How did he get that photo? When was it taken? How long had he been planning this? The questions swirled in my head, but none of them mattered. Because the damage was done. The photo was out there. Thousands of people had already seen it. And there was no taking it back. By the time I got home, I could barely hold myself together. My hands shook as I opened the door, and I immediately froze. My parents were sitting in the living room, waiting for me. My mother's face was drenched in tears, her hands twisted together in her lap. My father stood behind her, his

I was the one who harmed myself. As I watched my parents' hunched silhouettes supporting each other while walking away from us, I felt nothing but hatred. I hated Kevin and Daniel, but I hated myself more. Meanwhile, Kevin just closed the door. He thought for a moment, his brows already knitted into a frown. Finally, he called me. As usual, the call didn't go through. So, Kevin directed his voice message to the automated message inbox. "Michelle, can you stop throwing your damn tantrum? Your parents are already this old, yet they have to spend their days worrying about you! Do you even have a conscience?"

Shock crashed through me so hard I stopped breathing. Did he remember? Did he remember me driving a sword through Silvan’s chest? My entire body started shaking. Slowly, Marrek grabbed my sleeve and looked up at me quietly. “If I pretend to love you…” My heart cracked apart. “…will you stop hurting Mama too? Or will you make me disappear like Father?”

How could she be so wrong about me? I ran a hand through my hair, heart thumping like it wanted to escape my chest. My parents flashed in my mind like a curse I couldn't outrun. My mother’s manipulation. My father’s weakness. I had sworn I would never be like them. Never be used in the name of love. Never let a woman break me. I grabbed the bottle and poured a third glass, gripping it tightly this time. So tightly the glass cracked and shattered in my hand. Blood welled up from my palm. I barely noticed.

“You are a disgrace to this household. You’ve stained our family name forever. The whole pack has already seen that filthy video! You are nothing but a disgrace and a slut, just like your mother.” My heart shattered into dust. The house that was supposed to be my shelter was just another cage. There was no sympathy here. The boy I loved did not only play me, he destroyed me, my best friend was laughing at me, and my own family wanted to tear me apart. I didn't argue. I didn't try to explain myself anymore. The fight completely drained out of me. With trembling hands, I dropped to my knees and blindly patted the floor until my fingers brushed against the cold metal of my glasses. I slipped th

I cover my head immediately just as it crashes on the wall behind me, shattering into pieces. “If you get expelled, consider yourself not a part of this family, you hear me?!” my father yells, the words echoing in the silent, shattered room.