A Quiet Place: The Road Ahead Novels & Stories

I drive into the dark. And I don't look back. Because I know what’s waiting for us at the end of the road. Everything. And nothing. The screen goes black. And I’m standing in the center. Waiting for the next take. Forever.

,I am done arguing about this and I get up to leave but am grabbed and hugged. "just be fucking careful and fucking come back",Seth hugs me tight and I'm a little stunned as I hug him back. Hours later we loaded up in a few cars. I drive to the location and Steven pulls into the place next door and parks where he can see me. She isn't here yet but that doesn't mean shit I back in so my back is to a wall and I'm facing the only way in or out. I test the earpiece and hear Steven's voice loud and clear.

I prayed to God to help me reach home safe Like an answer to a prayer, God is always faithful. Dear reader, I reached home safely. I paid the motorcycle fare and requested him to keep the change. The gentleman was so kind enough to wait for me open the gate and ensured I was in safe. I thanked him and wished him a safe journey. Since God had helped me through this night strugglr, I had to run for my life away from this possessive relationship . Minutes home, I kindly switched off my phone but couldn't sleep. I kept thinking of how rude, arrogant, inconsiderate he had been. Icould not imagine moving forward with the relationship.

Dad? With a grin expression, he waited for the door to be opened before majestically stepping out of the car. He crossed the busy road with the three stern-looking men following behind. He walked briskly, not minding if they caught up with him or not, and took the lonely path leading to the pond. He had barely stepped into the open, praying silently that he would meet her somehow when he caught sight of her back in the sunlight. Joy ripped through him immediately but it was cut short by the sudden awareness of the three people behind him. He didn’t want the precious moment to be ruined by them. Returning to his icy expression, he turned to the trio and shot them a wait-for-me-in-the-car look

A chill ran through me at those words. … The next day, Dad drove Queenie to her competition. During the journey, Dad seemed distracted. He kept glancing at his phone, but he did not do anything. I floated over and saw my name displayed on the screen. Was Dad thinking about calling me? As if reading my mind, he grabbed his phone and placed the call. "Sorry, the number you are calling is…" Before the automated message ended, Dad hung up. His expression was dark, his brows furrowed in anger.

Alissa sat in the middle and Josh got in last, as soon as the door was closed, Liam drove off. "What about the car now?" Asked Hannah and Liam began to tell her something about bad compressions and dirty fuel filters. Josh didn't listen, he put his head on the headrest as he did before and closed his eyes. He didn't want to think about how close Alissa was to him now and especially not how soft and vulnerable she had been at the kiss yesterday! But now that she was there, he couldn't help but analyze the kiss over and over again. He saw her in front of him, in this dim hallway, on the wall, her lips slightly red from the kiss and something was written in her eyes that he just couldn't identi

He yanked the passenger door open and said, "I'm riding shotgun." Mute as a shadow, Elaine slipped into the back seat and pressed herself against the window. Stephen settled in beside her. The car glided through the darkness, its steady pace carrying them toward the hospital. Out of the blue, Stephen's voice cut through the silence. "Are you pregnant?" Elaine's response was a tangled mess of words, her voice barely a whisper. From the front seat, Jasper's icy tone delivered a reply. "Not so fast. We don't know yet."

Just walked past me to the trunk, where he tossed in my overnight bag like it weighed more than it did. Truth was… I didn’t want to be alone. Not yet. Not with the hollow ache still living in my chest like it paid rent. The drive was quiet. The kind of quiet where the radio plays low and everyone pretends to be okay with the silence, but no one really is. Outside, the city hadn’t woken up fully. The sky stretched pale pink and sleepy across the horizon, casting everything in this strange in-between light, like it couldn’t decide if the day was beginning or ending. I knew the feeling.

"You'll get me in trouble. If your mother finds out I was talking to you out here, or that you followed me..." "She won't," Zye interrupted, her gaze unwavering. "I was just playing in the garden. She won't know." She sat down on the bench beside me, her legs swinging idly. She didn't press for conversation, didn't ask what I was reading, or why I was out here alone. She just sat, content in her silence, her gaze fixed on the dance of ants on the path.

It was Fiona's house. We drove out to the town around noon. Instead of being calm and quiet like it usually was, the place was packed with people. Men and women, both young and old, were all heading in the same direction. Thankfully, we were in a squad car. Once people saw the flashing lights, they moved aside and let us through. Because of that, we quickly made it to Fiona's house. From inside her home came loud shouting mixed with a woman's sharp, painful screams. I turned on my body cam and got out of the car. None of the other units had arrived yet.