Broken Trouble (Broken Storm #1)
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"You're my father, you have to get over her just as we have! Our mother is dead and we need you!" I screamed back at him once I had found my feet once more.
My father's face turned red with rage, his eyes wide and bloodshot. "Shut up!" His fist came towards me and I flinched, my eyes squeezing shut as I waited for it to land. Instead of a fist against my face, I heard the sound of something breaking and struggling movements. I opened my eyes to see Gavin had tackled him to the ground and was punching him in the face.
"You can hit me as much as you want, but you won't ever touch him," Gavin yelled, slamming his fist into his face again. My father threw Gavin off of him a moment later like he was a defenseless puppy, then started hitting him back, screaming incoherent words.
In that moment, I realized there was no way I could ever get my father back. I had lost him long ago. Yelling and losing my cool had done no good and neither had trying to convince him of anything. This man was just a shell of who he used to be, only filled with the rot that his mind had become.
Grabbing one of the heavy bookends from his shelf, I did the most violent thing I had ever done and slammed it into the back of my father's head.
He crumbled in an instant, falling unconscious on top of Gavin. Gavin struggled underneath the dead weight of his father's body and I helped move him away so he could climb to his feet. Gavin looked down at the body of our father, then back at me and for once I saw a flicker of fear in his eyes before he covered it up with the mock bravery he always showed me.
"Let's go," Gavin ordered, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the office. I stayed quiet, thinking we were going back to our hiding spot until he led me to the front door.
"We're leaving?" I asked, watching him.
Gavin looked at me and nodded firmly, "We have nothing left for us here and if we stick together, no one will ever hurt us again. It's just you and me like it's always been."
I nodded, not arguing because I know it's true. It hadn't been my father who took care of me, it had been my brother. Gavin had always protected me and I trusted him to know what he was doing, but now I hoped that he wouldn't hide away the bad and let us struggle together. I wasn't weak and I wouldn't hide away anymore. I would handle whatever came our way and protect him like he had done with me, we were twins and brothers who had made it through the horrors inside the house we left behind. As long as we were together, we could make it through anything.
At 8 years old, we walked out of the house and into the darkness of night, ready to find our own path in life, together.
Acknowledgements
This book is dedicated to you.
My dream wouldn't have come true without each and every one of my readers, with your unyielding support and patience.
I am forever grateful for you, and it's my hope that this book brings you hope where there is discouragement, joy where there is sadness, and courage where there is fear.
Let your broken pieces become whole again and your dreams run wild and free.
About the Author
Kristan Billups was born in the hills of West Virginia, moving to the countryside of Ohio at a young age, where she now resides at the age of 22.
She lives with her three cats and Australian Shepherd dog, finding inspiration from the world around her for writing. She uses everyday situations and combines it with her imagination to create books that will transport you to another place entirely. A place that you can get lost in, fall in love with strangers, and explore the boundaries of reality and beyond.
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