Broken Angle 소설 & 이야기

He pulled his arm back and struck the wall again, and again, and again. Boom! Boom! Boom! The sound of solid stone fracturing echoed alongside the sickening, distinct pop of his own bones breaking. His knuckles split open completely. Thick, dark blood seeped out of his skin, gushing down his hand and splashing heavily onto the floor. Two of his finger bones fractured under the brutal impact, the sharp pain radiating up his arm, but he didn't care. He didn't even flinch. He just kept punching until the entire section of the reinforced stone wall collapsed inward, crumbling into a pile of gray dust and rubble.

Seeing the scenario in front of me, I didn't know either to be happy that he was home or to be worried because he was drunk, because Adam never gets drunk on weekdays, especially this drunk that he can't even walk straight. I quickly rushed towards him, supporting him and frantically checking him as if I could find out what was wrong with him. Adam was mumbling something and stumbled. Then he looked at me and he was suddenly angry and pushed me aside so hard that I fell on the floor. I whimpered in pain as my arm hit the corner of the coffee table, and blood started to pour out of the cut. I looked up at Adam with tears in my eyes, hoping to see regret in his eyes, but I found anger instead.

She hissed when her left arm bumped against the deck. "Looks like it's broken," Kayden said and Ben nodded grimly. "It's a spiral fracture," Ben said. He'd seen a few of these growing up in the foster care houses he ended up in. The limb looked swollen and red and the bruise from a hand's overly tight grip could be clearly seen on it.

She couldn't tell if any of her feelings about anything were appropriate. After sleeping about twenty-four hours, with Khadija checking on her occasionally, she finally got out of bed. She went to the bathroom and inspected her face in the mirror. She had a black eye, but the swelling had gone down. Her jaw was still puffy and weird on one side, and she looked like she'd been in a car wreck. But she was hungry, which she thought was probably a good thing, and she was definitely feeling more human and less like roadkill.

His chest rose and fell, each breath ragged, like the words had ripped something out of him too. “I don’t” My voice cracked, fragile. “I don’t understand.” Kenneth released my wrist slowly, as if the weight of his grip had burned him. He staggered back a step, dragging a bloodied hand across his jaw. The night wind caught his shirt, torn and hanging from his frame, revealing the deep bruise already darkening along his ribs. “You’re not supposed to,” he said finally, his tone flat. Brutal. A verdict, not an explanation.

I then remembered the door bouncing back open because of a piece of foam slightly sitting in between the doorframe preventing it from closing. "But how am I gonna get there?" I looked down at the chains that were attached to my wrist and then noticed that they weren't even locked. They were still open but slightly. I carefully shoved my thumb into the lock in attempt to apply pressure in order to get it to open up more. My acrylic nail popped off taking my actual nail off with it. I screamed out as a tremendous amount of pain shot through my hand. "FUCK!" I squealed as I watched blood seep out of my finger.

Contracts can always be broken. “Well, I have counted more than fifteen broken bones… Eleven of them being her ribs and both collar bones. Her entire left arm, upper and lower is fractured, and luckily, the upper came close to being a compound fracture but I have been able to get that mostly fixed… Her right humerus is fractured in two spots and I am working on accessing her neck and head right now.” Bart explained feeling Karen’s neck carefully. “I haven’t had a chance to look at her hands yet either…”

He was utterly broken. “I’m sorry for causing you too much pain. I didn’t mean to destroy your relationship with Nikky.” I rushed to apologize without giving him a minute to get a hold of himself. Dr. Dane said nothing. Instead, he dropped to his chair, his hand met his face, and he wiped it with his palm, trying to act like the man he was.

he ordered. She looked up at him, he was poker face. She showed him her hand. He examined the hand for a while and then he took a deep breath. “You have broken your knuckle,” he said in a whisper. Zain got up from his place and walked towards them. “Show me,” he said and bent on his knees next to Roman. He examined her hand as well. He was a skilled medical student as well. “Yeah, it’s not broken, just unbalanced, I think we need X- rays,” he said.

Something broken, fragile. Something I had ruined.