Unbroken Chapter 20 Summary Mga Nobela at Kwento

I just want to enjoy my life, this is my second life already because of what happened yet revelations keep breaking me. I am a broken glass, I glued myself but then now I am broken again and this time I do not know how to fix it anymore. If it can still be fixed. “Sshh, sshh. Cry all you want, I am here okay? I’ll be with you,” Aunt Elina murmured as she pulled me into a tight hug once again. I may be so drained already that after I rested my head on Aunt Elina’s shoulder everything went black. VALEN

But they had survived. Burned. Broken. Betrayed. But still breathing. And they weren’t done yet. The escaped the explosion with Ari still chained to a piece of metal Just yet another alarm started counting down

Like a ball of flame, it raced through my body, threatening to turn both me and my unborn pup to ash. At that moment, I finally understood. Every vow had been a lie. My unborn pup and I had been nothing but a joke. I had been nothing but a mere tool. The last thread of light vanished, and darkness swallowed me whole. My consciousness began to blur. The red antidote—the only thing that could counter wolfsbane—was the final thread keeping me awake. Right then, cold and familiar footsteps echoed from the distance. I struggled to open my eyes, my vision blurry, only to make out two figures entwined together.

Her heart dropped. Dave. Morgan. Ben. Sandra. All four were staring directly at them. Her throat dried up. Maybe she could still escape. “See you guys later, I need to use the library. Bye!!” She grabbed her milkshake and bolted. ********* She turned the corner sharply—and collided with someone. Andy. Her breath caught. He looked different. His lips were busted, and one cheek was swollen. But what unsettled her the most was his eyes. Hollow. Sad.

“See? You can’t escape who you really are. You’re still that weak, pathetic fool who craves his mother’s love.” The voice fades, and suddenly I’m back in control—my muscles my own again. I act without thinking, lifting Mara’s unconscious brother from the floor. I try to reach her mother too, but the house’s beams give way, crashing down in a shower of fire and splinters. I run as fast as my burning body will let me, carrying the boy toward the end of the street where the sea stretches out ahead. We barely make it out alive—my head is pounding, my limbs are numb, and darkness edges my vision.

This is saying out loud: this happened to me, and I survived it, and I'm still here. I open to chapter seven. This is the chapter about the park. About the moment that fractured everything and then started putting it back together in a different shape. About the attack. About what he did. About what I did. About the specific moment when I understood that survival wasn't the same thing as living. I start reading.

The window, closed. Locked from outside. Someone nailed it shut while we slept. Someone wanted us to die. I kick it. Once. The glass cracks. Twice. It shatters. Fresh air rushes in. Cold. Clean. Life. "Climb out!" I lift Marcus. He is small. Light. He fits through the broken window, glass tearing his shirt. He doesn't cry. He is brave. He is so brave. I follow. My arm catches on the frame. Glass bites deep. Blood runs down my elbow. I don't stop. I don't look.

Miles POV The rest of the evening was torture. After unpacking a few boxes and putting some of my clothes away, I stayed in my room for nearly an hour trying to calm down, but every time I started feeling slightly better, I remembered Ryan’s face when he had grabbed my collar and threatened me, and my stomach immediately twisted all over again. A soft knock eventually came from my bedroom door. “Miles?” I recognized my mother’s voice immediately. “Yeah?” I answered.

"What a monster! If you've got guts, go after the adults. What did the kid do to deserve this?" Despite how anxious the commenters were, Bruce still swung the knife and cut off my remaining pinky finger. It hurt! It really hurt! It hurt so much that I wanted to die. My sharp cries made the viewers watching cover their ears. Even the rapidly moving comment section froze for a moment. At that moment, a highlighted comment caught Bruce's attention. "Contact me! I am Special Forces Captain Zachary Watson!" The name "Zachary Watson" cleared my muddled brain for a moment.

Zachary shouted as the ship exploded raining down debris. I climbed through the debris of the semi-demolished building and slipped out the front door. As I ran across the broken and jagged street, a bomb went off next to me. The shock wave threw me into the opposing wall, and I fell to the ground in another daze. I curled up into a ball being wracked with so much pain. Boots crunched over the rubble and rolled me over on to my back. It pressed down on my throat while Zachary glared down at me with a smug smile on his face. This is it. I’m probably going to die here. My arms are already turning black from the overuse of my magic.