Drive Me Crazy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Brakk brakk brakk I shivered with fear when the rough banging sound stopped at my apartment door again. One of the worst things I had to live with while living as a single parent, I had to get used to the little annoyances like that. The drunken men making noise in front of my apartment, the roadside whistling sound of bad guys, or the blatant invitation to date, I've had them several times in this city. Maybe they know that I don't have a lover or a man who can protect me so that they can freely interfere with my life. But for that rude knocker, I will immediately report it to the apartment owner or even sue the management because they make me uncomfortable living here.

I fought the urge to cry, I lost my best friend but most especially my wife for a bitch, and a bastard of a friend. My teeth chattered, as my body shivered, instant fever slammed in, I manage to turn the steering and drove into the busy road, my body started shaking as my sight turns blurry, I couldn't see properly "Ahhhh….." I screamed and held onto my head leaving the steering as a pounding headache took over, I was so into my body that I forget I was driving, my car started speeding on its own at great speed, I look to see a close truck, I tried to reverse the car but it's too late

It was a dizzying whirlwind of sensation, pleasure mingling with sweet pain. I felt like I was teetering on the brink of madness, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of our mad fuck. With each savage thrust, I felt myself unraveling, lost in a haze of pure carnal desire and primal need. It was as if I had surrendered myself completely to the intoxicating rhythm of our bodies, he was driving me mad and I allowed him... Why? Cause I want him to drive me nuts!

I have more of a chance than he does. We drive for over an hour. It’s early morning and I watch as the people in cars around us all head off to their day at work like everything is normal. It is for them. I wonder what normal feels like? My whole world is collapsing again. It’s like I’m watching it play out in a movie… all my worst fears brought to life. Armageddon. The farther we drive from my love, the more I feel the sanity leave my body. I’ve never felt so fucking crazy.

With a happy smile, she entered the car, sitting comfortably on the seat. I slammed the door shut, pissed "Happy?" "Very" She beamed, not affected with my grumpy attitudes which was completely opposite from hers at the moment. I have read and heard about how some guys have ended up in a psychiatric ward because of some girls that made them go crazy. In my case, Diane is the one who's gonna be the reason I might end up becoming a psychiatric patient. The girl is driving me crazyyyyy with her attitudes and we haven't even reached the restaurant. Help me Lord.

REED’S POV The drive home stretched on, each second dragging as my mind spiraled deeper into the chaos that had become my reality. The hum of the car engine was the only sound, blending with the faint whispers of Liana’s soft breathing. My grip on the steering wheel was vice-like, my knuckles whitening under the strain. It felt like if I let go, even for a second, everything would fall apart—both the car and my sanity.

Let's get a divorce. "I'm sick. My stomach hurts." Suddenly, I screamed. I curled into a ball with both hands gripping my head tightly. Tears streamed down my face, and my neck muscles tensed. Amelie's smile, her words, and her look of disappointment kept swirling in my mind. At that moment, everything—my reason, my emotions—broke down completely. How could I bring her back? I went mad, throwing anything I could grab onto the floor. Sasha heard the noise and rushed up. She pounded on the door. "Mr. Scott! What's going on, Mr. Scott? Open the door!"

The weight of uncertainty and dread presses down on me, and a surge of panic threatens to overwhelm my senses. “Fuck!” Cursing myself for my racing thoughts, I force my focus back to the road ahead, my grip on the steering wheel tight as I cross the streets with a ferocity borne of desperation. The urgency of the situation propels me forward, driving harshly and without regard for anything but reaching the hospital in time.

Once again, the atmosphere turned unbearably heavy. Robin, who was driving, couldn’t help but fidget. Why does it always get so tense whenever I’m the one driving them?! Seriously… is it me? Is it my horoscope? Am I cursed or something? Robin was nearly scratching his head raw from frustration.

MACCINI’S POV My fingers tapped aggressively against the steering wheel as I growled in the car, slamming my palms against the horn, swerving between lanes. I was well certain driving at this pace wasn’t just chaotic for me, but for everyone else standing in my way. Unlike my husband, I wasn’t a pacifist. I had no morals, and I’d given everyone in my lane at least a two-second horn blast to fucking drive off so I could pass through. Why was my mood antsy, you may ask? Well, we had my husband to thank for that.