Drive Me Crazy Novels & Stories

Finally, at a red light, he stopped and collapsed over the steering wheel. He became choked up with tears. "How could this be? They must've gotten it wrong!" He looked up and banged his fists against the wheel, roaring, "Impossible! It's impossible! I don't believe this!"

Delilah’s POV I drove like a madwoman. The windshield wipers barely kept up with the drizzle.Horns screamed around me as I cut across traffic without caring. One car skidded to a halt beside me, and some guy yelled, “Are you outta your fucking mind?!” Yes!

I don't bother looking back, but I know he ended the sentence with that smug smile. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** To say I drove like a madman would be gravely understating things. For some reason, the closer I got home, the faster my heart beat. I couldn’t shake off the dread and the goosebumps. Calm down, Elena. Your sister is fine, and your patients at St. James Hospital are fine. Just breathe. I try to control my breathing, but it's to no avail. So I drive even faster, almost colliding with a red sedan a few blocks from my home.

He raises an eyebrow at me, unimpressed. I roll my eyes and reply after huffing. "I can be a lot of things, but being crazy is the last thing I am." He growls and hurls a few curses, with his face cold as stone, rough calloused fingers reaches over for the radio and Madonna's 'Like A Virgin' blasts from the speakers. He starts the car and shifts into the gear and drives us out of the surrounding of the old abandoned house that is the only house on the motionless, thick bushy surroundings.

Memo I drove my car so fast, my tears streaming down my eyes that I could barely see the road because it's covering my sight. But I don't care. I just kept on driving at a speedy pace. I don't care if the drivers behind get angry as they keep on honking like there's no tomorrow. Fuckers! Can't they sense that I'm broken? Is it too much if I want them to adjust because my heart is so heavy right now? The pain is consuming me.

AMBROSE I tightened my grasp on the hand grip and stepped on the pedal as hard as I possibly could. The brush of the chilly morning breeze went from being gentle to a really strong gust. I’m not running late but I was speeding as if I was trying to catch something on the run. The noise that the engine made was rudely thunderous that you can hear it from a mile away. I was not thinking about the houses lined along the way that I might disturb but I’m just driving like fast and quiet seriously, furious. Perhaps I’m trying to release something inside of me by stepping on the gas as if I’m a contender at a random racing competition. Perhaps the emotion bottled up inside of me was so overwhelming

* * * Ahad's pov. I was driving the car aimlessly, only a thought was in my mind. I have to save my izzah, sharik was again and again nagging me to slow down but I was not listening him. Millions of thoughts were coming in my mind, many what ifs were in my mind but I was only praying for a thing that my izzah should be fine.

I dashed into the driver's seat after rapidly loading all of the items into the vehicle. I turned on the car's ignition but the car wouldn't start. I tried a couple of times to start it but nothing. I pounced on the driver's wheel out of frustration. I drew in a deep breath for It's official: I'm the town's crazy woman, I'm even dressed like one seeing my reflection and I'm really losing touch with reality, being paranoid.

Call an ambulance! The words hit like a thunderclap. Erick stumbled back a couple of steps, his eyes filled with panic and fear. "I…I didn't know… I didn't mean to… Jessica, don't blame me…" Again, he did not know. Like those words were some kind of shield he could hide behind. Under my mocking gaze, his voice grew quieter and quieter until he could not say another word. Nancy stared at my stomach, then suddenly collapsed to the ground, wailing.

He didn't even belong to that country and the shock assaulted me. I started driving aimlessly, still feeling my chest tight and threatening to stop every breath I tried to take to my lungs. The anxiety crises were getting worse and worse. The lack of hope was getting bigger and bigger. And there were times, like that, when I really only thought about accelerating the car a little more and ending everything. Go for the easiest side.