Window Blinds String Broke Novels & Stories

Pulled the desk chair over. Lifted it. I swung the chair. The window exploded. Glass rained down. Sharp. Glittering. The sound was so loud it felt like the whole house heard it. I didn't wait. I grabbed the curtain. Wrapped it around my hand. Knocked out the remaining glass from the frame. Behind me, the door burst open. "Miss Hart! Step away from the window!" I looked back. Two guards. Weapons drawn. I looked down. Two stories. Grass below. Maybe I'd break something. Maybe I'd die.

My driver had been napping in his car out front and swore he had no idea how the ball got there, considering it wasn’t that late but getting dark enough that it seemed odd. Now, staring at the broken window in my new place, I felt that same chill settle in my gut. What were the odds of two shattered windows in two days? But I shook my head, pushing the unsettling thought aside. The wind. It had to be the wind, I reasoned. Maybe it picked up a stray branch or some debris, throwing it against the glass. After all, it was about to rain, and the gust had been intense. It made sense... didn’t it?

She couldn’t see anything, and she looked down at the window control in the vehicle’s compartment. She tried to wind down the glass with her hands, but it was stuck and unmoving. She placed her head on the window tiredly as she kept trying to bring the dark window panes down, but her efforts proved abortive. She even peered at Madeline to see if she was staring at her, but Madeline's face was still straight ahead, and she appeared oblivious to Brielle's plight. The window at the side of Madeline’s seat was closed, too, and tinted so dark that Brielle couldn’t see anything.

Throw in the elements and well, that number goes down to single digits. They could walk in here and see the mess. They’d probably even gasp at the amount of blood along with the massive window that was made of double layer panes, shatter like it was a thin sheet of ice. Those two asshats would glance around and tell me there wasn’t much they could do, and I’d agree. I wasn’t going to be able to get someone to pay for my window, not that I needed them to, but most people would want compensation for a one hundred-thousand-dollar sheet of custom made glass.

“Here, that’s all the money I have. Just drive, it’s fine, they’ll move.” “Are you out of your mind?!” He spat. “I told you not to roll the window down,” Ava spat back before surging forward to wrench back the button to bring the window up. The glass pane managed to rise a few inches before Xavier clamped and hand down on it and pushed. Gears from within the door began to whir in protest as Xavier brute forced the window back down in its chassis. With a low growl, the window’s regulator snapped, and the pane slammed all the way down.

It was shut. “These buildings often have those tempered glass windows,” Audrey said, her hope dwindling. “Not this one. These are outdated windowpanes, I can tell. My dad used them in some of his older builds. This window will break. Back up to me. I can free your hands. Pick something up, like a chair and just bash it against the glass. It’ll break and get attention from people in the street. We’re going to make it, Audrey. We’re going to get out of here. We’re going to see our friends. You’re going to see your baby.”

He rushed out of Shirley’s room to find out. “Alvon, what’s wrong?” asked Marcel as he knocked on his brother-in-law’s bedroom door. There was the sound of the door handle being turned, then Alvon’s face appeared not long after. Followed by Ronnie and Ciko, who appeared with a rumpled look. “The glass window in my room is broken,” Alvon said with a pained face. “It must be because of this one, disturbing the peace of people’s lives ....” Marcel’s forehead suddenly creased.

“Don’t worry love. It’s safe.” I tied her around my back with the bedsheet and made sure she was safe. “Hold on, baby,” I said as I slowly grabbed the rope and went over the window. The cold hit me as I slowly moved down. While I was going down, I tried my best to not look at how high I was as I felt a crack and then felt the rope cut. A scream lurched from my body as I reacted in time and left the rope to hold the window sill which broke apart and the broken glass stabbed me in my palms.

I follow his gaze. Something’s wrong with the window. There are hands moving around behind the glass arms waving but no faces. No bodies. Just frantic movement. “That’s weird,” I say. “Did something fall? I swear I heard a crash earlier.” Cole studies it for a second. “Pretty sure there used to be blinds on that window.” I blink. “Wait… the blinds are gone?” “Looks like they got ripped down.” “Oh God. Should we go check if they’re okay?” Cole glances back at me.

Before it could choke her, before she could form another useless protest, a sound cut through the thick silence. It was a high-pitched zing, like a furious insect, followed instantly by a sharp, percussive crack. A spiderweb of fractures exploded across the massive, towering windowpane directly behind where Liam had been standing. A small, perfectly round hole was punched in the center, a dark period in a sentence of shattered glass. Alexandra stared, uncomprehending. Her mind refused to process the image. It was too abrupt, too violent for this sterile space. Liam moved.