Unbroken Chapter 20 Summary Novels & Stories

It's been two weeks and I may say I’m barely living. I removed all of my connection in the Philippines. I need space. I need to forget about everything and heal myself. “You need to eat, bitch,” Cassandra said when she came inside our room. There were only two rooms in the house and the other one was being used by Azaia. She was holding a tray of food with worriedness looming her eyes. Even just the glimpse of it, doesn’t seem to help in stimulating any hunger in me at all.

Or maybe I had—my brain was beginning to lose its resilience. I felt another wave of blood flow through me. It should hurt, but I couldn’t feel anything. I’d grown numb. Unresponsive. I was finally broken. “No, don’t say that. She’ll make it. I know she will,” Evangeline responded, optimistic as always. “No, she won’t. Look at her.”

“I guess today is as good as any to talk to people” I got ready absently. My mind a million miles away. I wandered if this was Charles plan. Maybe he wanted to try and extinguish me before I made a move. I could feel a glimmer of frustration filling me. If that was the plan, it had worked. I could feel Vivian’s eyes on me, watching me carefully. I wasn’t seasoned to war, not like this. I wanted to be strong, but how do you make strength out of nothing. I was weak, because I was broken. The world had left cracks all over my body. Cracks I had tried to hide. Once broken something is never as strong as it once was, was it? I felt like I was chasing the end of a rainbow. I could see the end goal

We’re counting down to giving it something it’ll never survive. Chapter 83 Lila Moreau Twenty-three days. I awaken atop the restaurant roof as the sunrise seeps through my eyelids the flavor of gunpowder lingering on my tongue before I even speak. My shoulder once dislocated is now reset (courtesy of Mamá Sofia’s caring grip at 3 a.m.) though it pulses like another heartbeat. The flare gun rests warm on my thigh six made rounds remaining—one, for each year Isla has lived. I carved her name onto each shell with a nail and sheer defiance.

My heart raced, and I closed my eyes, trying to control the surge, trying to understand what was happening. But it was too much. Too fast. The energy inside me burst free, like a dam breaking under the weight of a roaring river. I cried out, the force shaking the bed, the walls, the very air around me. The chains trembled, then snapped. I fell forward, gasping, my hands free for the first time since Brian had left me. I stared at my wrists in disbelief, the iron shackles lying broken on the floor. I had done it. I had broken them again, no, not just broken them. I had ‘shattered’ them, as though they were made of glass.

“We won't say anything! We swear to God! Just leave us alone!” I slowly lift my head, open my mouth, and taste the chilly rain on my tongue. It feels like rain in a desert. I know water isn't supposed to have a taste but this tastes so sweet. It feels like life is beginning to course through my veins once again. The doors of the van slams shut. The vehicle roars to life, and disappears into the night, leaving us behind like waste. I’m so fucking broken. I’m hollowed out by three days of absolute terror and starvation. I listen to Natasha cry like a baby while Daniel consoles her. I don't have any tears left to cry. The sky is already crying on my behalf. I take into my system as much of its

This is the day I get to put an end to John Williams. I get out of bed. “I am ready.” Now my expression has changed, sleep is long gone and the only thing that remained in my mind was killing the bastard. I head to the shower and take a quick one. When I get back to my room, my uncle is gone but there is a note on the bed, and I take it. ‘May the Goddess be with you today; may she bless you with strength to see this through. I have gone to the training ground, see you shortly. Your proud uncle.” The note read.

The guilt and anguish intensified, but so did the flicker of determination to reclaim my true self. In that chamber, amidst the debris and the remnants of shattered lives, I made a silent vow to confront the darkness within me, to unravel its grip on my soul and seek redemption. The path ahead was treacherous, and the road to forgiveness arduous, but I knew I had to persevere. As I continued to tend to Dr. Thorne's injuries, a sudden sound broke the fragile stillness that had settled upon us. It was a faint, distant rumble, growing steadily louder with each passing moment. The ground beneath us trembled, sending shockwaves through the chamber.

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

BRUCE. The second my boots hit solid pavement and the roar of the collapsing building dimmed behind us, something in me cracked, like a fault line shifting under pressure. I didn’t wait for the others. I couldn’t. If I stayed another second in that cloud of dust and screams, I knew I would break, so I walked fast, head down, my hands stiff at my sides. Every step sent another small puff of grime falling off my clothes, as if the nightmare was refusing to let go of me.