The Broken - La série

Mama didn’t come home. Daddy liked to hit. Brothers followed suit. So I ran. I ran from that life. I ran from myself. I ran into him. I have no experience with the game board we’re playing on, and that makes this a lethal game. One wrong move and my heart could land in the fire he’s created inside me. Worse, it could lead my past to his doorstep and it won’t just be my blood that taints this floor. I should run. I need to run. My father is the devil in a flesh suit, he won’t be happy until he paints this town red for my betrayal. I should run. I need to run. Because despite my feelings for Parker Hayes, the devil is coming and he wants what’s his.

Moms a junkie, Dad’s not dead. After lying to me for the past twenty-one years, Mom got in too deep with her debt and had to call not-dead dad to bail her out. But wait, there’s more; not-dead dad is a biker who thinks he knows what’s best for the daughter he's never met. Agreeing to bail dear mom out for the low, low price of one grown ass adult. So here I am in some hot as sin city with my junkie mom racking up more debt, living day to day with a needle in her arm without anyone around to make sure she’s bathed or fed. I’m sure Ricky will love the fact his favorite hostage is MIA. Like I don’t have enough problems I’m trying to deal with. I just need some no name to make it all go away for a little while. I don’t need love or romance; I just want to forget. I’m a hungry man, plain and simple. I’ve got a bomb ass family, great job, and a f*ckable face. Everything is perfect on the outside; it’s the inside that’s f*cked up. People die, relationships fall apart, good people turn ugly, and others leave you in the dust. That’s life. The only problem is when shit gets too dark, and you’re no longer able to lose yourself between some girls thighs, what the f*ck are you supposed to do? Like I don’t have enough demons trying to claw free. I just need to lose myself in some piece of pussy that doesn’t reek of tequila. I don’t need love, f*ck; I don’t want it. I just want to forget.

I’m a coward. I just wanted to forget. I just wanted an escape from reality. I didn’t ask for any of this. Hiding the truth just might kill me, but how can I come clean when everything around me is so twisted? Funerals, weddings, secrets…between them all, I’m losing myself. I’m not even sure I know who I am anymore. I missed the memo where families are built on lies. The truth is coming out, and everything is about to hit the f*cking fan.

Eight days since I lost them both in a car accident. Seven nights I’ve held my nephew as he relives the crash he survived. Six casseroles sit on the kitchen counter from neighbors who don’t actually care. Five fingers drum against the wooden grain to my right. Four bodies try to ignore the growing tension in the room. Three years since I’ve seen the man who’s almost here. Two car doors shut. One doorknob twists. This was me Before Us.