Dont Go Novels & Stories

Not now. Not ever.

Ignoring everything. Not again. right?

The last thing I wanted was for Drake to run into Chris and start another pointless argument. After sending the message, I turned to Chris and said, "Make sure you show up on the full moon. Lucian won't forgive you if you don't, and I doubt you want things to get ugly. I have somewhere to be. I'm leaving." "Wait! Where are you going?" Chris grabbed my wrist, his eyes bloodshot with desperation. "What do I have to do for you to forgive me?" "Let go of me! Where I go is none of your concern." I was beyond exhausted by his behavior.

“Sorry, these cookies were baked for my friend. For this lady to just take one without asking, don’t you think that’s a little rude?” Samantha, sitting beside me, bared her teeth like a little leopard. “That’s right, apologize! Didn’t your parents ever teach you not to take other people’s things without permission?” Ashley shrank back in fright, hiding behind Sean. Her voice was soft and timid as she said, “My parents are both gone. No one ever taught me that. Besides, there are so many cookies here, I only had a tiny piece. Why are you being so aggressive?”

It wasn’t something she could get used to on the fly. “Don’t worry about them,” he advised. “They’ll stop once the food is there. After all, they’ve been holding back quite a lot in the car. We might be going on a holiday together, but there will be plenty of couple time when we arrive. They have different preferences from us, so don’t feel pressured to follow his actions.” Ordering four lattes and a dozen doughnuts of assorted flavours, Dawn helped Aqua carry them over to their table. True to his words, Jericho stopped his flirty games when he saw them approaching.

“Not my child…” But even as I said it, something inside me shifted, not suddenly, not loudly, but with a quiet finality that settled deep into my bones, because for the first time I understood with painful clarity that I was not going back, not to him, not to that house, and not to a life where I had to shrink myself just to exist beside someone who never saw me. I rose slowly from my seat, wiping my face with hands that were steadier than I felt, and in that moment the decision formed fully inside me, complete and irreversible.

"Mom, I've thought it through. I'll go on that blind date tomorrow." On the other end of the phone, my mother let out a derisive laugh. "What, finally got dumped by Jason?" "I told you long ago. If a man's been with you for years without mentioning marriage, it's because he doesn't want to marry you. "And now look at you. You've dragged it out until you're twenty-eight with no one willing to marry you, making even your grandmother worry herself sick. Aren't you ashamed?"

Not for you. Not ever.

Not now. Not ever again.

Not now. Not this soon.