Unbroken Chapter 20 Summary Novels & Stories

"Deanna, what did you just say? "Didn’t you say before that this child was the treasure your whole family had been waiting for? That I was a hero to your family? That you’d treat me well for the rest of your life? How can you turn on me like this?!" "That was before!" Deanna screamed, her voice breaking. "Look at the situation now! My company is being destroyed. Your family is collapsing. I’m not going down with you! We’re breaking up right now. Stop clinging to me!"

The bullet flew straight out of the barrel, landing just inches away from my chest, my whole body numb in shock as I toppled backwards and fell to the ground. My body seared with agony, as my hand leapt to my chest, only to find that my shirt was soaked with blood. “Oh no...” I whispered, trembling, tears rolling down my cheeks as my body continued to burn with pain. How was I going to survive this? How was I going to survive this? And leave Lily alone, without her mother or father... Left to fend for herself...? BOOK 2 1 mama Later on that night... I used all of the strength that I had inside of me to go back to the camp that night.

"CRASH...!!!" A loud sound was heard and I ran to my window facing my balcony. I saw a hanging broken branch from my old tree, the same branch I perched on earlier to jump over and leaves scattered around on the ground but I don't seem to see anyone at all. With a crying face, I thought sadly if I needed to cut on carbs. "Am I that heavy now?" --End of Chapter Two---

"You are an amazing person whether you see it or not. You see everything you've been through as bad luck but I see it as struggles that you made it through and became stronger from. I'm not scared of your past, Tiffany." Tiffany exhaled through her noes. She held a worrisome and somewhat sad look on her face which made my chest ache because I knew she was finding it hard to believe and accept that someone was willing to love her despite the baggage she was carrying. "Maybe you're right," she finally said, looking at me with soft eyes. "But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah."

The screams of my people grow louder in my mind, and suddenly I’m screaming with them, too, pounding my fists on the ground. Atwood tries to comfort me, but I shove him away. My nail makes contact with his cheek, scratching his flesh so hard that it draws blood, but I don’t even notice. All I can hear are screams, and all I can see are the flames that burnt down the meeting house with my people inside.

I can't find the energy to break it, which makes me hate these stupid drugs that they keep giving me. "You can do this, if you break the tape, then we'll be okay. You need to do this, Henry, I know you can do it," Stephen whispers to me in a calm voice even though l can still hear the tremble beneath his words. I focus for a second before using every ounce of my energy to pull on the tape. When I hear it rip a tiny bit, a sense of hope runs through my body and I keep going. I hear footsteps in the hallway before the huge door creaks open and I freeze, knowing I'll get killed if they see me trying to break out.

A burst of light and pain bloomed behind my eyes. Memories…not just mine…hers, running through labs. Holding a baby—me—wrapped in white, fighting guards, screaming at scientists… clawing at glass as they pulled me away. “Please! She's not ready! Don’t take her!” My heart cracked open; tears rolled down my face. It was real. All of it. The last image I saw was her face, younger and softer, whispering to the baby in her arms. “To be broken is not the end,” she said. “It’s how we rebuild.”

I glance at my father, his weary eyes watching me with quiet pride, at my mother, still holding my hand as if she could somehow shield me from the darkness, and at Brian, who was pretending not to watch me too closely, as if worried I might break. No. I had been broken once. I wouldn’t let it happen again. This time, I would fight. And I would win.

You've survived worse than this. And I had. That was the thing people like Killian Jnr never understood. Breaking me wasn't the end of my story. It was just the ugliest chapter. I'd kept going. I'd crawled when I couldn't walk. I'd worked jobs that made my back ache and my dignity buckle. I'd built something small and fragile and entirely mine from the wreckage he left behind. And I would not — I repeat‚ I would not — let the sight of him take that from me.

When will I finally catch a break? The night was long and painful. I tossed and turned, my pillow damp with tears. I couldn't escape the feeling of humiliation and betrayal. It seemed like everyone had turned against me, and I was all alone. But as the first light of dawn broke through the darkness, something shifted within me. I knew that I couldn't let this defeat me. I had to keep going, keep fighting, no matter what life threw at me. As I got ready to face the day, I knew that I would prove my innocence. I would show my aunt that I was not a thief and that I was a good person who deserved love and respect.