Shattered Glass How I Met Your Mother Novels & Stories

He looked around, then picked up the glass from the table with his chubby hands and hurled it on the floor. Clang! Glass shards and water scattered everywhere. My hands and feet turned cold. He didn't just break a cup; he shattered my heart. I couldn't understand how he could hurt his mother for the sake of a woman he had only recently met. It seemed Zach didn't feel he had done enough. He began smashing everything else that he could in the house. When Shayne came out, he couldn't help but frown upon seeing the messy living room and Zach throwing things. "Zach, what are you doing?"

Matteo’s POV The sound of glass shattering echoed through the room, sharp and shrill like a scream, before falling into the suffocating silence that wrapped itself around me. I stood there for a long moment, my chest heaving, staring at the broken tumbler scattered across the tiled floor. Amber liquid—whiskey—seeped into the cracks, and I found myself muttering inwardly, waste of good liquor, Matteo… But the frustration boiling inside me was more than any drink could soothe. I had thrown that glass not because of the taste, but because of the same cursed name that had been dancing on my mind like an itch I couldn’t scratch.

The glass on my desk caught my eye, half full of water from the night before, and before the thought had fully formed I had crossed the room, picked it up, and hurled it at the wall with everything I had. It shattered. “Jesus fucking Christ.” The voice came from behind me. “I know you hate me but isn’t it a little early to try to kill me?” I blinked. But it took a moment for everything to come into focus, for the room to stop feeling like it was moving slightly, and when it finally did, Amber’s face materialized in the doorway, her eyes bouncing rapidly between me and the shattered glass on the floor with an expression caught somewhere between shock and something she had not decided on yet.

I added. The glass jar slipped from Mom's hands and shattered.

A drinking glass immediately turned into glass shards as it slipped from his mother's hands and hit the floor with a loud crashing sound. "Yunoh-" "I know, I messed up-I've messed up all these years," he cut her off softly. "I fucked up. I know I fuck up all the time," he truthfully admitted, casting his eyes down on the pieces of glass shards on the floor like a classic resemblance of his life. But I want her back, I need to get her back," he said, leaning against the wooden door frame and shooting his gaze up to the ceiling. He tucked his hands in his pockets as he breathed a sigh.

It shattered on impact, pieces scattering across the floor. “She must’ve tampered with the footage! She’s smart, isn’t she? Of course, she’s capable of something like this! “I’ve never met someone so unfilial!” As if his tantrum weren’t enough, he grabbed an ashtray and hurled it against the wall as well. Just then, Wendy walked in with a glass of milk, only to freeze in shock as the ashtray shattered inches from her. The glass slipped from her hands, spilling milk across the floor.

She hit the glass cup by beside her and it shattered in a million pieces on the floor. A cleaner came running to clean the particles of shattered glass in the floor. The whole room is tensed. Dad kept going on at the top of his voice. Vioner looked frightened, her face was red and her eyes widens staring at mum. Mum sat quiet as dad continued to raise his voice at her. "Shut up Beau... He should be a man. I didn't have any of this growing up,I had to struggle for it and he sits there like a spilot brat"

The glass in my hand slips and falls,the shattering sound echoing in my mind like a horror movie. Videos of me and Logan and with Marcus slide,one after the other, every new one uglier than the last.

Who else knew the exact term of my pregnancy? Crash! The sharp, explosive sound of glass shattering against stone echoed from inside the room. My heart surged into my throat. I threw the door open, my boots stepping over the glittering shards of a water carafe that had been smashed at my mother's feet. She was standing in the center of the space, her eyes wide and glassy, completely detached from reality as she stared at the floor. I rushed forward, carefully avoiding the glass as I reached for her hands. "Mom, please, look at me. Sit back on the cot and let me clear the floor before you cut your paws..."

I murmured, my tears hitting the glass >Mama