Previously published as Deviation
From USA Today Bestselling Author, P.D. Workman!
“You’re a good kid, Henry.”
Everyone knew that he was a good guy; geeky, responsible, hard-working. Henry has had a lot to deal with in the past. Now, as he should be focusing on his schooling and preparing himself for the future, he is hindered by abuse, the challenge of raising his baby brother while dealing with his mother’s deep depressions, and the return of a ghost from the past Henry has tried his best to forget.
But it seems that Henry can’t avoid the nastiness of life. As hard as he tries, it’s one more disaster after another as his life spirals out of control.
Can Henry escape the darkness, or is he doomed to be consumed by it?
[⭐️] [⭐️] [⭐️] [⭐️] [⭐️] A heartwarming, sad, intense story that will keep you turning pages until the end… P.D. Workman has a wonderful gift
If you enjoy gritty contemporary young adult books like those by John Green and Stephen Chbosky, give P.D. Workman’s Breaking the Pattern series a try.
By the author of Tattooed Teardrops, winner of the Top Fiction Award, In the Margins Committee, 2016, this poignant account of Henry’s descent into darkness will touch your heart and challenge you to look at youth crime in another light.
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Genre: YOUNG ADULT FICTION / Social Themes / DepressionFive stars on Amazon.
Bobby had been fussing for a while before Henry finally managed to fully rouse himself from sleep. He stumbled to his feet, rubbing his sticky, sleepy eyes with his palms. He turned on the night-light and patted Bobby soothingly on the back.
“What’s the matter, Bobby? You hungry?” he questioned softly. He noticed how red the baby’s cheeks were. “You teething, bud?”
Henry rubbed Bobby’s back in slow circles, seeing if he would settle. Bobby continued to sob and fuss. Henry left him in the crib and shuffled out to the kitchen. He blearily prepared a bottle.
“Can’t you shut that kid up?” Clint demanded, stalking into the kitchen.
“He’s teething,” Henry said tersely, struggling to screw the top onto the bottle, but it kept getting cross-threaded.
“I said to shut him up!” Clint repeated.
“I’m trying!”
Clint aimed a kick at the back of Henry's knees. Henry was still half asleep, and both knees buckled. The bottle went flying, a pool of milk spreading across the floor. Henry swore, staggering to his feet.
"What did you do that for?" he protested. He knew he'd made a mistake the minute the words left his mouth, and threw up his hand to protect himself. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean—”
Clint raised his hand, eyes calculating. He backhanded Henry powerfully across the cheek, throwing him to the floor with the force.
"Don't you ever back-talk me!" he shouted.
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Mariana Fialho
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Spanish
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Translated by Lia Garcia
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