Shattered Glass How I Met Your Mother Novels & Stories

Hands shaking. I needed a drink. Needed to forget the way her face looked when I said it. But when I poured it, I caught my reflection in the glass. And for the first time in years, I saw him, the kid who didn’t get to fight back. The one who never had a choice. I squeezed my eyes shut. Took a deep breath. Pushed it all down. The glass shattered when it hit the wall. And then I lost it.

The shards of glass were glaring at me from their place on the ground. I let out a short sigh of defeat and stood up. I glanced at the door and made a mental note to come back when I was done picking up the glass shards. Slowly, I dragged my feet toward the mess on the ground. The image of Moore leaving the room flashed in my memory again. Dread filled me when I realized that I had pushed too far.

My legs felt like lead. I walked into the apartment. The door was still hanging open where Samuel had kicked it. I walked inside and looked at the wreckage. The slashed couch. The overturned drawers. The cereal crunching under my boots. It looked like a war zone. It looked like my life. I bent down to pick up a picture frame that was lying face down on the floor. The glass was shattered. It was an old photo of me, Chase, and Dad. We were smiling. I tried to wipe the dust off the glass, but my hand was shaking too hard. The frame slipped from my fingers. It hit the floor and shattered again.

My mother said, then left the room. As soon as she shut the door I threw the glass I had in my hand at the door. Why couldn’t everyone just leave me the hell alone? Ignoring the now shattered glass, I grabbed the bottle of whiskey and started chugging it. The buzz I had was now gone and I was burning with a rage so intense that I wanted to punch something.

How could I protect them from these monsters? "We don't have time, Maggie. Did you see my dad? My mom? She's...how could he do that to her?" I shouted, punching the screen in frustration. The room was silent, except for the sound of my fist hitting the screen. The impact echoed through the air, shattering the glass into spider-web-like cracks. The fractures mirrored the ones in my heart, as the weight of the situation pressed down upon me, and the urgency to find my parents intensified with every passing second.

I know smoking is not a very good thing for my already damaged heart but it is the pain killer of all the tragic and painful memories that are stuck deep inside my heart and mind. Everyone would doubt a person like me even feels for people but I do. 'hmmmm.... I do not think I can ever get over this' I say silently to myself. 'but at least, this helps to divert my attention' I say as I walk to my table to once again dissolve myself in work, the one thing I have been doing for the past years to temporary get rid of memories I want to forget. Jessa’s POV 'Jennifer!' 'Dorothy'! Both my granny and miss Jackson say just as they see each other, making all heads in the dining room snap to their dir

She deeply hated that her own son was rapidly turning into a completely bad, irredeemable person, and yet she felt completely helpless to do anything about it. “I just hate that you are hurting so much, Aaron,” Mrs. Evelyne said softly, her voice trembling with maternal sorrow. Aaron let out a dark, mocking laugh. He turned fully toward her, his eyes wild with malice. Without a single warning, he reached out, grabbed a heavy glass cup from the side table, and shattered it roughly directly onto the polished floor. Smash! The sharp sound of breaking glass echoed loudly through the room as the pieces crashed completely to Mrs Evelyne’s feet, scattering sharp shards all over the carpet.

I also grab Evren, Luca, and Jace’s glasses and do the same thing; toss them all to the ground and watch the broken glasses litter the carpet of thin grass while the contents seeps through the land beneath it. A collective gasp rises from the table. “What in the world…” Alpha Emery blurts, staring at the shattered remains of one of his prized crystal glasses scattered across the garden floor. My mom stares at me in shock. There is fury in her eyes, but something about her expression tells me that she’s not mad about the glasses but with something else I did by smashing them. Alpha Emery frowns and sharply turns to me. “Tabitha, what is the meaning of this?” he demands.

They shattered against the floor with a deafening, violent crash. My mother flinched. Her perfect posture broke for a fraction of a second as she took a sharp step back, shielding herself from a piece of shattered glass that grazed the hardwood floor right beside her. The calm evaporated from her face, leaving her eyes wide with sudden alarm. She had never seen me like this. I stepped over the broken glass, closing the distance until I was towering directly over her. With the last of my restraint entirely gone, my chest heaved as I glared down at the woman who gave me life.

RACHEL “Where is that worthless piece of shit? How could she repay me in this manner?!” My mother screamed. My heart dropped. Her hysterical voice frightened me. It always did. God, I hated my life. I knew why she was screaming. I didn't need to be told. I stared at my bloodied palm, a reminder of what had transpired in the living room. I had broken her expensive mirror, which she had gotten from Paris on her last trip.