A Different Way Novels & Stories

Time to end this one way or another. ***

"Goodnight Daddy." He did not answer. But I knew this was only the beginning. I went up to my room with his taste still on my tongue and his fingers still burning inside me. The rain kept falling but I was no longer scared of it. I was scared of how much I wanted more. **100 Ways to Damn Yourself**

I let out a quiet sigh and murmured to myself, "My classmates were scared I'd ruin their rafting trip, so they locked me in here. My phone doesn't have any signal. I can't reach my parents. You're my only shot. If you could find a cop…" My voice trailed off. I sat back down and kept sawing at the bar. Blood slid down the metal, dripping slowly onto the ground. The cat in front of me gradually relaxed, its guard lowering as it let out a soft meow. I quickly poured some water into my palm and held it out carefully. It hesitated for a second, then lapped it all up. Looking into its bright eyes, I pulled out a few bills, wrote SOS on them, and tucked them into its worn collar.

One way or the other. ~

Thalia crossed her arms in front of her chest and said, looking at me in disdain, "Sydney, I think this necklace suits you very much! Don't old ladies like you love pearl necklaces? Even Zach agrees that you'll love it." I knew Thalia was trying to get on my nerves, but I would not let her succeed. I snapped the box shut and handed it back to her. "Thank you for your generosity, Thalia, but truth be told, I don't like it at all." Thalia replied frostily, "Some people need to learn some gratitude! Why don't you go look in a mirror and see what you're worth? "Let me show you what it means to cross me!"

In the end, all I got for my trouble was: "Don't make a fuss." That night, I video called my mom. She sighed. "When are you coming home?" "In about half a month." I looked back at the brightly lit headquarters of Midas Capital. Lars, I gave you a choice—but you abandoned me. Now, I've made my choice. I'll abandon you, too.

Nine years of this ridiculous, sad relationship. Fine, this would be the last time. That was what I told myself. I sighed, my tone flat with no emotion. "Fine, I'm sorry. It's all my fault for not accepting your apology." Rebecca's face showed disbelief, her eyes scanning me with suspicion. Hendrix, now holding Rebecca's arm, looked at me with a smug smile. "Ms. Little, I heard Spencer's great at cooking. I've always wanted to try his cooking. Since he's here, maybe he could make us a meal as an apology?"

I didn't know the ways of the rich and the dos and do not's. "Yes, I admit that was a good strategy. But next time find a different way to aks me things, without seducing me on the way." He says, an amused expression on his face.