Crash Into You Novels & Stories

I intend to lose him and then go somewhere else to sulk and get some brain space to expel my rage at tosser Carrero. Coming into the dark hall that led out here I don’t see a little lump in the carpeted floor where the seam meets the rubber mat of the entranceway and trip over it clumsily, crashing to my knees dramatically and painfully. Yelping in shock as pain shudders through my shins like an electric volt when I collide with the hard floor under very thin carpet.

My door got pushed open and I jumped up so hard and startled, my phone slipped out from my weak clasp unto the floor, the screen crashing down with a loud sound. My fucking phone! I thought as I hurriedly knelt down beside it before picking the phone up, my face looking so cracked and damaged due to the broken screen, stared back at me in a mocking way. I glared at my mum. How many times would I tell this woman to knock everytime before coming into my room, and everytime she just wouldn't listen.

She thought anyone could be a house-keeper or a kitchen staff or gardener or anything but. But after talking to these girls, she realized it would only take one incident to turn your life around. And sometimes one incident would lead to another until it was too deep to climb back up. When you’re in that situation, you either dig yourself deeper or hold on to the first ladder you could find. Most of the times, instead of climbing up, that ladder will push you back down.

But my mind was far far from here. "Drive," I said to the driver. "To where ma'am," he asked innocently. "I said drive... just drive!" I yelled at him and immediately he started the car engine and drove. ********after some minutes of driving. "Why did you stop? Do you not understand what I meant when I said JUST DRIVE?" I yelled out of control at the driver and I could see the fear in his face. "Ma'am, I can't move forward any longer. The traffic is really bad." he grumbled.

At that same moment, all hell continued to break loose. both men crashed back into the house. We were just starting to make our escape when we intercepted the crash. Glass flew through the room. I grabbed my bag and tried to dodge all the shards flying towards us. I stumbled as I ran and twisted my ankle, falling face first.

No time. “Come on!” I whisper. “Please—please please!” My heart slams. I turn the wheel as much as I can. The front slides first. The back surrenders. Metal cuts the guardrail like butter. The rails give. The Audi crashes through the guardrail beam. Front end dips. Back wheels lift—end rotate. I hang. Hanging. Over… nothing.

Right? The truck immediately knocked over a milk bottle, creating what could only be described as a "white stock market crash." Milk splashed everywhere, creating an all-too-accurate metaphor for Takuto’s dwindling financial situation. In the midst of his failure, Takuto's heart sank as the car skidded out of control and splattered sand directly onto the principal’s face.

MAX POV "Crash!" It was either the sirens from the car were too loud or Zayne was shit at giving directions. I had crashed the car through a building that Zayne had specified to be the address that was stipulated on the letter. I was pretty sure I pushed down on the brakes while the speed increased towards the building but I was so rage torn in my eyes that it didn't even occur to me. The air bags that mananged to barely cushion our collision hit hard on our heads and resolve as we rolled out of the seat through the already smashed in wall.

"No ones here to help you gorgeous, it's just you and me… don't worry, I'll be gentle… try not to scream too loud or else I might not be able to keep my promise." ***********

“Hit a car. Any car.” The driver hesitated for a fraction of a second—then obeyed. The impact came like thunder. The SUV slammed into a smaller sedan, sending it spinning across the highway. Metal shrieked as other vehicles crashed in succession, one slamming into another, a sickening chain reaction of screeches, shattering glass, and screams.