Unbroken

Chapter 1

Welcome to the second book in the Unspoken series. The stories all start with Un- to show that anything can happen and its up to you and the people around you to help. These girls are going through a tough time, yet they find ways to make it better. These stories are about finding ways to be able to deal with what hand life has dealt you.

Unspoken (Book 1) - Katherine had a tragic past that left her a selective mute. She expressed everything threw her body movements. Finally she learns to stand up to the man that hurt her to protect Winter, who may or may not appear in this book. At the end the words she had to say we're finally spoken.

Unbroken (Book 2) - Well you're here to figure that story out.

Un (Book 3) - ????? That's still a secret.

Many of you want to know how Unbroken connects to Unspoken and the third book. With every story everything is not going to be told. You have to read between the lines.

All I am going to say is that in the last book everything will come together, and will make sense. Katherine and Arabella both have a common connection that neither of them know about. It will be mentioned somewhere in the story, but will not be pointed out. Some have noticed it, but have not picked up the significance. Good luck finding it!

Now welcome to the second book in the trilogy Unspoken.

Walking down the street I pull my green over worn jacket closer to me as the London night air whistles past my ears. These are moments when I wish everything was back to normal. That I could be in one of those cars. Mom and dad driving down the street, as me and my siblings fight over something stupid. I just wish that the one faithful night never happened.

Up ahead I see the sign that I see everyday when I take this route. Friendly Daycare. They may be friendly but they sure do cost a lot. Opening the door I entered the overly bright room and walk to the front desk.

The same lady that I see everyday looks up at me. "Libby your sisters here." She yells to the back then looks at me. "So do you have your payment today?" She asks me looking threw the book already knowing the answer since she's been asking me the same thing for the past two months.

Putting my hands in my jacket I bite my tongue at the dirty look she gives me. She's hated me for no reason at all. When I first walked in here she walked past me, but not before calling me a poor stray. "No I'll have it next week." I reply trying to get out of there as fast as I can.

"Arabella I'm sorry, but you're two months behind. You can't bring Libby here anymore. We can't just make an exception to anyone." She gives me a small smile and walks off.

"Cheerio." I hear Libby yell.

I'm sure she's going to be sad when my fist meets her face. Feeling a tug on my hand I see Libby glaring at me warning me not to do anything stupid. I might have a little anger issue, but I'm working on it. "So sad I won't be seeing that sweet little girl anymore." I know what that arse is up to and I won't have it.

"Come on Libby let's go." Grabbing her hand I turn around to push the door open. The wind pushes it back making it slam against the brick wall. Libby gasps as a crack appears then spreads out like a web.

Turning back I look at the desk lady. "Sorry." I shrug.

"You're going to have to pay for that." She yells as we walk off. I wonder how she's going to make me pay for it. She knows I'm broke. Looking down at Libby I see she doesn't have her jacket. The expensive one that cost me thirty dollars or more.