Too Blind To See Her Breaking Novels & Stories

A Mother’s Fight LYRA POV My screams echoed through the house, raw and devastating, tearing at my throat. “Finn! My baby!” The image of my son, blindfolded and trembling in that awful video, burned behind my eyes, I feel like my world is gradually ripping apart.

No sound. Then, without warning, floodlights snapped on from above with a blinding, violent flash. I squeezed my eyes shut, a low groan of protest escaping my lips. The sudden assault on my vision was destabilizing, and for a long moment, I was trapped, a blinded, helpless target. When my vision finally cleared, it was a slow, agonizing process. The world swam back into focus. And then I saw her. Delilah.

The day I get my sight back just happens to be my birthday. I plan to drop the good news on my wife, Mya Murray, during the birthday party she is throwing for me. Instead, I end up discovering a "surprise" she prepared for me first. Wrapped in a layer of gauze, my eyes are useless as Mya carefully takes my hand, leading me into the second-floor banquet hall. She whispers thoughtfully in my ear. "Honey, I know how much you love surprises, so I had a batch of roses flown in straight from overseas to build you a flower bridge and hired your favorite live band. "Every business titan and prominent media outlet in Hartwell is right here in this room to celebrate you. Do you like it?" She sta

She frowned, finally opening her eyes to look at me. “You’re sad, mad. Why are you sad mad?” I nodded. She smiled just a little as she rolled her eyes. “Because I’m so broken that I can’t even make out with a hot guy that I want. He broke me that even as good as it felt making out the minute your hand touched my thigh, I was sucked into that nightmare.” she shook her head.

From my blurry and darkening vision I could still see the blood that came out in my cough. "Now she wants to be sweet," Taylor laughed a cruel, evil laugh. He shook his head with a smirk on his face as he roughly grabbed my chin so I could look at his straight, "Don't worry, baby. I'll take good care of you." He resumed unbuttoning my pants and sliding them partially down my legs. My head was spinning, black dots taking over my vision. I wasn't naive. I knew I was about to black out and after that... Well, after that I wouldn't be able to stop him from what he was going to do. I couldn't stop him now while I was still conscious.

Her evil laugh irked my ears, don't know why am I even tolerating her. "And what is that?" I asked, again gulping the drink. "Dude, you are lucky that you can't see them being happy together. Since you're blind, Ann" With a crack, the last piece of my heart broke as I stood there numbly staring at the blurred figure of them, unable to glimpse the unity that is now binding them together. A painful chuckle escaped my lips as I stumbled on my feet, booze is playing with my senses, exhorting me to commit something stupid and absurd to ruin this all for them.

She’s creating an image of me in her mind, one that I hope doesn’t disappoint her. I try to keep my breathing steady, but it’s hard when every brush of her fingertips sends a new wave of emotions crashing over me. I’m supposed to be the tough one, the one who can handle anything. But here I am, undone by the simple act of a blind woman trying to see me in the only way she can.

Weak. “Don’t you think that’s going to start a fire?” she asks. Her voice is cracking, like she’s not sure whether she should be mad or scared. I blow out the smoke, not answering. Just leaning back against the van. Her eyes follow the lit end, then meet mine, eyes wide, like she’s expecting me to crack. Expecting something human to show through. But I’m not human, not anymore. “Don’t look at me like that,” I snap. “You can’t even see in the dark, and you’re telling me what to do? Tsk. Yet, you call me the blind one.”

Sofia walked in and seemed to be blindly reaching for something, tripping over her own feet. “I need it, I need it, where is it?” She spoke confusedly, groping around the things in the room without really seeing them and rubbing her arms again. I closed the door and went to meet her immediately. “Where is what, Sofia?” I asked, holding her hands once more to prevent her from scratching herself any further. I could already see some blood spots where the fingernail had broken through the flesh. She hardly seemed to mind this.

“But she doesn’t understand you like I do.” Her blade pressed against his chest. Adrian froze, feeling the cold bite through his shirt, inches from his heart. He stared into her pale eyes, searching for weakness, for anything human left inside. “I will break you,” she whispered. “And when I do, you’ll thank me.” Something inside Adrian snapped.