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Reborn To Save My Broken Lover

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 787    |    Released on: Today at 19:04

parked her car across the street, in the lot of a small coffee shop, and waited. It felt like stalking, and a

a stiffness that spoke of deep aches and pains. He didn't head toward the construction

at a discreet distance. "What are you

een lawns and picket fences. It was a world away from his grim apartment

he could knock. Dori Duffy. His aunt. Genesis could just mak

e money? Your mother's m

lls Mitch Kowalski had thrown at him. The money he'd been

even more. "Is this it? Is this all? At this rate, that settl

ther, Barb Morrison, Cas

ay behind Dori. Dale Duffy, his uncle. He saw Cas and, without breaking stride, haw

you everywhere,

lent anger. These were his famil

ing. His voice was low, almos

d up? No. The doctor says she needs calm. Th

r mark. Genesis saw the flicker of pain in his eyes

jabbed a thick finger into Cas's shoulder. "Yo

, his silence more d

sistance, shoved him hard in the

ing himself just before he fell. He looked up, and for a second

open hand, the crack of it hitting Cas's

ke a gunshot to

oomed on his skin. He didn't make a sound. He just took it, hi

i grabbed his arm. "Not on the porc

get out of here. And don't come back

shut, the sound

long, long time, staring at the clo

r. And the very people entrusted with her care were the ones torturing her son.

ed. He didn't go ba

rted w

s shoulders slumped in defeat. He walked for miles, through manicured neighborhoods and past busy

every painful step he took, Genesis's res

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“I was dying in a cold hospital bed, listening to the monitor count down my final seconds. As a ghost, I watched my own funeral. My popular friends and wealthy family soon moved on, but one person stayed. Cas Riley. The invisible outcast from the back of my history class. He brought a white rose to my grave every single day, withering away until he collapsed on the frozen ground, dying of a broken heart for a girl who barely knew his name. Opening my eyes again, the hospital smell was gone. I was reborn back in my high school classroom. I immediately tracked him down, only to witness the brutal hell he was trapped in. He was humiliated by a cruel foreman for pennies, violently slapped by his uncle over his sick mother's medical money, and forced into bloody street fights. He was starving, covered in bruises, and completely alone. When I tried to buy him medicine and step into his life to protect him, he violently pushed me away in the pouring rain. "Stay out of my life! To protect you, I have to fight, and when I fight, I lose everything!" He wasn't rejecting me out of hate. He was terrified that his dark, violent reality would drag me down with him. Standing soaked in the rain, my resolve hardened like steel. Gentle kindness wasn't going to save him from this hell. To protect the boy who died for me, I had to become ruthless enough to tear down his entire rotten world and build him a new one.”