To Heal A Heart

To Heal A Heart To Heal A Heart

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Genre: Romance

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Summary

They say a man can't cry, show his emotions, be too 'soft' that's bull they're humans that feel too. Zeke's mother always made sure he remembered that when he was there even if his father tried to beat it out of him. Though he finally went numb like 'dear' old dad wanted one woman might be able to pull him out of it, broken but not beyond repair.

Summary

They say a man can't cry, show his emotions, be too 'soft' that's bull they're humans that feel too. Zeke's mother always made sure he remembered that when he was there even if his father tried to beat it out of him. Though he finally went numb like 'dear' old dad wanted one woman might be able to pull him out of it, broken but not beyond repair.

Prolog (v.1) - A man broken

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 31, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 31, 2017

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(No, you see nothing I'm not writing a new story or a total mess with anything sssh....don't mind me I'm bored and entertaining myself. You know maybe I'll work on my update schedule I don't really have one. So that should say something...lol.

 

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Prologue – A man broken..

 

 

 

My mom always said it's not boys or girls...weak or strong...where you're from..or what you look like. Things like that, a human has feelings and we all got to learn to control ourselves properly by situation, not something I always followed. Got in plenty of fights, kicked out of a few schools, was in plenty of 'centers' not that they worked. Didn't matter much I got over that. Though as for my emotions I deal with those well enough she said that she was told a man wasn't a man if he cried, showed weakness, reacted to any sort of pain that that was something only gay men did. That was bullshit to her, she said everyone can cry, react...feel whatever it was how you did it, if you kept living, and what you did to others when you felt that way that mattered.

 

I was probably the biggest crybaby I could have been as a kid, dad didn't want to take me anywhere unless he wanted to 'toughen' me up as he said. Though a pipe to a seven year old's arm could only do so much.

 

I was with mom most of the time out of what time we had though generally I was alone dad would leave come home, pass out drunk and stay asleep. She would leave but give me money and come back when she needed or at least bring money when I needed it I was always told not to open the door so no one knew I was alone. Not that hard in a trailer park where people are friendly sometimes they get tired of knocking.

 

We moved into a small apartment that was falling apart neighbors were crazy and would argue about their business in the hallway but they left you alone if you didn't look at them and weren't a friend. I worked out of it learned when things weren't so bad.

 

She knew about the fighting was always here for parent teacher conferences and when I was sent away, I don't know what she was doing to keep them from calling CPS. Though I don't really want to know, it could have been anything.

 

As for the fighting I wasn't going to lay down and let them do what they wanted. It was always the same..you're too soft, your dad sent us unless he joined in that is. How he paid people off I don't know we lived in a shit apartment he always seemed to late on rent but no one ever asked him for money he could get whatever he wanted. While he was more the type to attack while you were down I'd been a fine punching bag for him for a while first time I hit back we fought differently.

 

They fought about that as often as they could, what was the best way to raise me people get over sensitive about divorce but I would have been happier never seeing my parents like this. If he had just left things would have been better.

 

Mom fought until she couldn't anymore, she left when I was sixteen she sent money even when I did get a job. When the letters from her stopped, those that only contained money she didn't have anymore words for me then, I was eighteen I cried again. For the first time in a long while because she was found dead an overdose. I could only think we weren't as close as I thought we were I knew she wasn't happy she needed to get away but she'd always been a strong woman always warned me...then again maybe she was warning me not to be like her. It was harder, some woman, a friend of hers that I'd never met was all I had to deliver the news.

 

She was buried it was small she really had no one except that friend, Lina and myself, dad refused to come to the funeral we fought, punch for punch over it, though I gave up in the end. We'd always been a small family so I it wasn't so surprising. His side hated her but I'm not sure why she just said they don't talk about them, her side hated him for being a disgrace though I didn't get much info on that. They were vocal if they answered the phone otherwise it was passive aggressive Christmas cards,...hey still a loser? Maybe Santa will bring you a life this year.

 

I don't remember them ever fighting side by side, though maybe they did when I was too young to remember.

 

When I got home he was hanging from the ceiling fan, that didn't feel like much after a while but not like I didn't care about the jackass. I wasn't completely alone I suppose but then loneliness never bothered me before what would I know. One night my uncle walked in said he had a dealership I could work out, guess dad called him I took the offer it was better than nothing.

 

I think at that point I was too numb to care.

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(Finished this, went through...added stuff in took stuff out changed this many times now I think it fits just right but meh could always update it again. Stay tuned.)


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