Crushed Novels & Stories

But was him finding a replacement during the three years I was away an act of loving me? Knock, knock. The sudden sound of knocking on the door made Charles regain his rationality. He let go and turned to the door. Susan’s delicate voice came through. “Charles, could you come out for a bit?” Charles stood up and opened the door to speak with her. “What is it?” “Zach wants to sleep with you. I’ve been trying to calm him down, but it’s useless. I’m sorry.” “It’s fine. I’ll go with you.” He comforted the uneasy Susan with a gentle voice before he gave me a meaningful look and left.

I run at him at full speed. “Oh no you don’t, Fucker,” I shout as I barrel into him. The momentum of my speed slams him into the wall of the stage, wood splinters and metal screeches as I push through the structure, using his body. Pain radiates from my wrists and I'm pretty sure I've broken them but I continue to push until I've nearly ripped a path through the middle of the stage. Warm liquid splatters over my face, blinding me as it covers my eyes. I wipe my face with the sleeve of my jacket and blink until I can see again. My sleeve is smeared with red and I look up to see a horrifying yet highly pleasing sight.

Metal crunched. Then—darkness. ---

CRUNCH. The reinforced pillars collapsed, metal screaming as it twisted into a jagged trap of steel and frost. The windshield exploded inward in a shower of diamond-sharp shards. The internal lights died, plunging us into a darkness lit only by the vengeful, dark red glow bleeding from the floor fissures. “Leo!” My voice was a ruined rasp, choked with ash-choking bitterness. I was pinned against the passenger door, my legs trapped beneath the crumpled dashboard, but my only focus was the small, vibrating frame in the back seat.

CRACK! The sound that echoed was so brutal, I swear to God the screams of those sticky-fingered children in the square cut off like a jagged blade. Matteo’s fist connected dead-center with Rocco’s smug, flawless Nordic-god jawline with absolute bone-crushing power! Rocco’s hundred-thousand-dollar designer sunglasses went spinning through the air, flipping three times before smashing onto the cobblestones, while the man himself was launched two meters back from the sheer impact, crashing directly into a vendor's stall piled with vibrant pinwheels. The wooden stand collapsed with a heavy splintering crunch, sending dreamcatchers flying through the air.

"Please stop this nonsense, Mr. Swanson. If I were to give her CPR now…" He paused and pointed at my chest that was covered in frost with a cruel finger. "The moment I press down on her chest for CPR, her sternum will shatter like ice."

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

With one loud crash. Everything goes black.

___________ Hope you liked it! Love. A