Drive By Daniel Pink Novels & Stories

Daniel loved to check out the handy work of all his demons. “Excellent,” Daniel said. “Simple.” Replied Drake with a cool smile. Daniel started the chant that would banish Drake’s passenger. The human dropped with a sickening thud. Daniel watched as the black void jetted out of the human. Daniel knew that the human would know real evil had ridden him for a night, but he would never have a way to explain it.

The neighborhood was loud, the space was tight, and with the older couple and the children crammed in together, their quality of life plummeted. Diane's resentment grew worse by the day, and her clashes with Lisa became constant. After one particularly vicious argument, she packed her bags and demanded Brandon drive her back to his hometown. Brandon's work suffered too. Word was that his poor performance lately cost him a major promotion. Lisa aged rapidly under the strain. She was forced to budget every dollar, drive the kids to and from a school that was now much farther away, and handle all the mundane burdens of daily life that I once shouldered for her.

His eyes were bloodshot, his shirt wrinkled and stained with what looked like coffee and road dust. I frowned, the sharp movement sending a jolt of white-hot pain through my neck. "What are you doing here?" I rasped, my throat feeling like it had been scraped with sandpaper. "I clearly told you that I didn't want to see you again." Daniel didn’t flinch. He didn’t even look guilty. He just looked tired. "You were in a high-speed collision, Valerie. What were you doing that you had to drive like that? **How dare you drunk drive?**"

sound as her cervical vertebrae made contact with the headrest. She closed her eyes. In the darkness, Daniel’s silhouette appeared—blue cotton jacket, backpack straps slung down to his elbows, the green dinosaur’s tail peeking out between his fingers, swaying gently. Then came his face as he turned around: his cheekbones were more pronounced than before, red veins visible on the whites of his eyes, his lips pressed into a thin line. And then his hands—the hands that pushed the pink dinosaur off the wall, fingers spread, palms facing outward, as if trying to push open a door one didn’t want to open. She opened her eyes. The pink dinosaur on the dashboard was tilted awkwardly against the winds

ADRIAN’S POV My life is so fucking messed up. The steering wheel trembled under my grip as I drove like a maniac to Daniel’s place. Red lights blurred. Horns blared behind me. I didn’t give a shit. I would’ve traded every damn thing I owned just to appear there in seconds. It felt like years before I got there — even though I knew it was barely five minutes. I parked a little farther from the house so they wouldn’t hear my engine. My hands were shaking when I killed it, not from fear.

Daniel's pov I didn’t calm down after leaving their house, and I knew I wouldn’t, not on the drive back, not when I got home, and not when I was alone. I kept both hands on the steering wheel, tighter than necessary, and I didn’t loosen my grip because it kept me grounded, and right now, I needed anything that kept me from slipping into something reckless. Thinking clearly was the only thing that mattered now. The road blurred slightly as I drove faster than I should have, but I didn’t slow down. I didn’t want to. Every second I spent moving forward felt like I was closing distance on something I hadn’t even fully defined yet, but I already knew the direction.

Thankfully, Franky had learned how to deal with Daniel, so he simply ignored the question and went to his bathroom to take a shower. Peaches, Daniel, and I went to the driveway and got into Franky’s nice white Tesla. I heard Daniel mutter something that sounded like, ‘The fucker would drive a Tesla. Rich prick’. But I ignored the comment because I was sick of fighting with him. I wished he had sat in the back instead of Peaches. I drove the Tesla very carefully through the crowded Detroit traffic since this wasn’t my car and I didn’t want anything to happen to it. Daniel kept making comments about my driving that became increasingly harder to ignore.

He swung his leg over the seat, gripped the handles, kicked the stand back, and started the engine with a sharp twist. The roar cut through the night as he drove off, teeth gritted, claws extended against the grips, heart pounding with a mix of anger and fear. "I can’t believe that stupid white boy is making her risk her life like this,” Daniel muttered under his breath, wind whipping past his face. “Fuck, what has he done to her? Turned her into someone who would steal a car and drive like she is possessed? If she crashes, if she gets hurt, I swear I will kill him myself.”

His lips curled up with his soft eyes having a psychopathic shine, Charlotte thought in her heart that Daniel was resembling to a human trafficker right now. “It’s a surprise. Rest assured, I am not a human trafficker.” He joked and averted his attention to his driving, leaving her in bewilderment. Charlotte was aghast that he read her mind so perfectly. Her tension grew deeper as they left the hustling city behind and moved towards a cliff area in outskirts. “We are here.” After five minutes drive, Daniel parked the car at the side of dusty path and invited her out. Sky was clear with stars but freezing breeze was bone chilling. Charlotte who had no effect of cold weather, still pretended t

Writer’s Pov After a few minutes the driver got home. The bar wasn’t too far from the house. Daniel didn’t want the driver to help him walk. Although he was staggering and couldn’t walk straight still he kept on removing the driver’s hand. “Will you get your hands off me? Why do you keep holding me? I’m not drunk so let me be” Daniel said to him as he pushed him away and almost fell.