Drive Me Crazy Novels & Stories

I could feel every bit of the frustration rush through me with a wave of adrenaline as I took it out on the car I was driving— driving it at an insane speed as if I wanted an accident. It was all hard, the more I tried to convey my thoughts from my heart to my brain it seemed very difficult or rather it came off frustrating, so I just . . . went on trying to shove my thoughts down with music. The voice on the radio trailed me out as I continued driving out into the evening slowly as Sia's unstoppable played from the car radio. I leaned against the wheel as I drove, all I felt at that moment was an extreme dislike for the situation I was in.

Krystal's POV "Fucking Richard! Nikkie, damn it! Damn Aaron! How dare all of you conspire to make a fool out of me! Do you think you're so great? Aaaa!" I cursed while driving after leaving Nikkie's apartment. My emotions were out of control, and I took it out on my crazy driving. I deliberately drove all the way out of town, looking for a quiet place where I was free to hit the gas. Driving like crazy during home office hours on city streets is just asking for trouble. Before I've even reached my maximum speed, I have to press the brake pedal again because of traffic. It would only stress me out more!

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

“Look at you, all bare and vulnerable. It’s intoxicating.” “Stop teasing,” I pleaded, though my words felt feeble against the overwhelming need coursing through me. “You’re driving me insane.” The ride felt like it was dragging on endlessly, and I hadn’t realized how far I lived until this moment. Was the driver even moving? It certainly didn’t feel like it at all. Every second stretched into an eternity, amplifying my craving for Virgil and the sweet release that seemed just out of reach.

My entire body was tense, every muscle coiled and rigid. “Fuck!” I yelled out, the word escaping my lips . The hassle felt like a physical weight pressing down on me, intensifying with each second that went by . I got into my car and drove to Zack’s house, my hands gripping the wheel tightly as I sped through the streets. Each acceleration was fueled by a surge of annoyance , the road slurring past as my mind filled with irritation. I pulled up to Zack’s house and drove in the moment the gate started to open, barely avoiding a collision. I slammed the car door and paced towards the entrance, running my hands through my hair recurrently.

As she started her car, the loud sound of the engine broke the peacefulness of the quiet street, creating a strong and rebellious noise that seemed to fight against the stillness that had dropped over her inner feelings. The drive to Den's house felt like a whirlwind filled with a mix of anger and a deep sense of desperation. She rushed through the streets, not paying attention to the red traffic lights or the stop signs that should have made her slow down. Everything around her turned into a hazy blur, with bright flashing lights and the sound of wind rushing past her as she sped along.

Do they know who I am? The rumble of a car engine, the squeal of tires against the concrete, and a few panicked honks from nearby traffic. We’re on the move, driving so chaotically I’m jostled around like nothing more than a sack of potatoes. A sane person would panic if they were in my shoes. They’d scream, cry, maybe even throw up.

I rush down the streets, ignoring the cars honking and the pedestrians cussing. The streaming rain is soaking me, but I don’t care. With a death-seeking maneuver, I drift, causing a cab driver to step on his brakes. “What the hell? Are you out of your mind?” I ignore him shouting at me as I slide up my visor. “Dude, the ‘Red Passion’, which way is it?” “Do I look like your fucking mom? Get the fuck out of my way, you maniac.” Shaking my head, I try again, not succeeding in calming him down as he yells at me, shielded by his door.

I was building up my anxiety, simmering my frustration just below the lid, like a pot about to boil over. I was starting to be like a burst pressure cooker but was keeping the lid going. I couldn't just stand there waiting for something to happen. I had to do something, anything, to disrupt that waiting-the action could even be random. It was, however, enough to set a new view: I went to my nearby parked car, the keys jingling in my pocket like the promise of that sweet release.I hopped in, turned on the engine, and started driving, pressing harder and harder on the accelerator and leaving the speedometer behind.

I threw the towel into the basket in her bathroom and walked back to her bedside, rubbing the back of my neck in frustration. This woman was making me lose myself and do things I don't usually do. I'm going crazy. With one last look at her I turned away from her as I quietly made my way out of the room, closing the door behind me. What the fuck is wrong with me? Would I have really fucked her if that incident didn't happened? I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. For years I've told myself that no woman would be able to drive me crazy enough to want to fuck her.