Call Me Crazy But Novels & Stories

He was here too? Or am I really crazy?!

Is that why you're not replying? Frowning, Dad said to the director, "Let's expedite the tests and begin treatment as soon as possible." A kind-looking psychiatrist named Callan Spencer greeted me and ushered me into a consultation room while my parents followed the director into a separate meeting. Callan tried to ease into a conversation with light questions, but I kept my eyes on my phone, waiting for a reply. Callan noticed my actions and gently asked, "Are you waiting for someone's message?" "My wife," I replied.

Candy winked. Monica chuckled softly. Candy noticed and grinned. "Look who’s enjoying the game. Okay, your turn." Monica looked down at the bottle. "Truth," she breathed. Candy leaned forward. "What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?" Monica paused. "Well..." she began with a small smile. The girls leaned in, curious. "When I was nineteen, I called 911 and told them my emergency was that I was too hot." Gasps.

Why admit something that sweet to me in the middle of this crazy situation? “I might just be obsessed with yours too, Dane. Kiss me as much as you want.” “I will abuse that.” “I'm also crazy too. You're not the only crazy one.” I wanted to relate to his personality so bad, I was going to say anything. “Amelia…you're not crazy. I assure you. You don't know crazy. You haven't seen it so shut your mouth. You're just a little girl.” I hated that. It made me so mad so I snapped.

Some showed them dancing all over each other in a bar, while others were of them walking into a hotel room together or using a single straw as they shared a drink in a cafe in broad daylight. Whitney visibly panicked. Her face paled, then flushed from embarrassment. She scrambled over to Dad, clinging to his leg. "Dad, I can explain! These aren't real! They've clearly been edited using AI! Please believe me—I didn't do any of these things!" This time, she'd lost all credibility in front of Dad.

He took a sponge and began to scrub my skin, his calloused palms moving over my soft curves with a possessive intensity. "Tell me," he said, his voice dropping an octave as he scrubbed the curve of my shoulder. "How does it feel to be sold for fifty million? Does it make you feel valuable, or does it make you feel like dirt?" "I feel like I’m in a nightmare," I choked out, the steam making my head light. "Why buy me for fifty million just to... to wash me? You could have had anyone. You could have had a queen for that price."

I snapped my head up, meeting her cold eyes, which reflected my sorrow back at me. "Jasmine, you have the nerve to talk to me?" I roared, "I swallowed my pride and begged you for $500,000 to save my mom's life! I waited for you all day like a fool, yet what did I get? I had to watch you throwing money away at an auction for another man!

Frustration burns through me like acid and I pull out my phone. I need to call Cassandra.

Me: "Mom, is there a problem?" Mom: "Not really. It’s just that… that…" She nervously bit her lip. Me: "That what, Momma?" Mom: "Will you be angry with me if I tell you?" Me: "You still have to tell me. I’ll be home in five minutes. Oh, and let me call Dad, too." Mom: "No, no, no, no, don’t call Dad! I’ll talk, I’ll talk." Me: "Okay. So what is it?"

_________________________________________________________________________ 13 / 08 / 2021 She said, "It's for all the right reasons Baby, don't care 'bout grades, just call me your lady If I pass this quiz, will you give me your babies? Don't call me crazy You love me, but you won't come save me You got a wife and kids, you see them daily Don't know why you even need me" I find my own voice echoing , bouncing off the bathroom tiled walls. An angel’s voice is all that I hear – there is something about the bathroom that makes my voice sounds so good while singing. However , when I get out of the bathroom – I sound like a dying horse. So right now , I am enjoying the few moments of sounding