Driven Insane Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 89 SANTIAGO They say when madness is never just the state of one psychological state, it is the state of the heart as well. At this moment I wasn't even disputing the fact that I was totally insane. I was insane about everything, I was insane at the speed or was going at and I couldn't even stop it — I was insane about life, love and my lust. Everything looked like it was stuck in one part of my brain and I had to deal with it.

It would be a bold move to do so, but insanity is a dangerous drug that can make people believe they are invisible. Once I’m satisfied I’ve gathered what I need, I load up my car while making sure I don’t have anyone following me. While my mind is chaotic, I’m calm on the outside. I’m collected as I slide into the driver's seat of my car and get my ass going. I’m eager to get to Rosie and have her in my arms. I need her scent of sweet cheery blossoms of that fucking soap she washes with making her smell devine. I want her soft ivory skin against mine. My dick is hard and aching to be inside of her even though fucking is the last thing that is going to happen when I arrive at the safe house.

The receptionist helped me by wheeling my luggage to her car to avoid any suspicion before I finally left. My heart was beating so hard as I left. Once any of his men see me, I'm doomed, but luckily, they didn't. I drove away, I didn't know where I was going, but I just kept driving. “Fuck you, Edward!” I cursed as I drove. Suddenly it started raining. “Great, just great,” I said sarcastically as I continued driving. I came to a screeching stop when I noticed a car parked in front of me, blocking me from going any further. My brows creased and I started honking, signalling him to move the fuck off the road. I'm running from a fucking psychopath I need to hurry.

He was toying with me, trying to drive him crazy for what I did to him and his friends and he was succeeding. After almost 30 minutes of driving recklessly like that, I could feel myself about to throw up, my heart was pounding too much and everything was just... "You want me to slow down, right?" I nodded. "So earn it." What? "Have yot run mad?" I couldn't help it, "you're trying to get us into an accident and you want me to do something to make you stop this madness?" "I guess you're enjoying it then." Then he picked up speed again till the car was practically flying. It was too much for me. My stomach was turning. I could feel the ground slipping away from beneath me.

Nothing. He clenched his fist and checked the urge to punch the dashboard. It wasn't the Mustang's fault they were an hour behind Manuel. He fucking refused to imagine the things a man like that could do to his woman in that time. It made his guts burn with an unholy, vengeful fire.

With that, she walked out leaving the 15 years old boy battling with the insane and sane parts of his mind. He slowly closed his eyes and that time he let the strongest part of his mind win. That night, His sanity got defeated by the insane part of his mind. Day turned to night and she again entered the basement and this time she looked like she was in hurry. She brought out a knife and sighed heavily.

My heart pounded as the tinted window lowered slightly. “What the hell?!” I yelled, anger and nerves spilling out. “Do you not know how to drive? You almost killed me, you idiot!” No answer. Just silence. My hands trembled as I stepped closer, glaring. “Whoever you are, you need to open your damn eyes instead of speeding like a maniac...” I cursed. Yes. This was me, whenever I get frustrated and confused. "Move away!" I barked. Then my gaze fell on the license plate.

but she walked away, not sparing him a second glance. The scene shifted painfully, and now he found himself driving, emotions swirling as his vision blurred. He was lost in a chaotic haze, driving recklessly, clinging to the wheel as if it could anchor him. Suddenly, a bright light flashed in front of him, the realization pulling him back as he slammed on the brakes, right before the other vehicle collided with his…….

I ask. “Wait – why is there bruising?” Tom asks the doctors. No matter how rough Tom gets, there’s very rarely any physical evidence of it. “I’ve told you, your wife is insatiable—” Dr. Hogan starts but he’s quickly cut off by Tom. “Didn't you tell me my wife is almost completely insane?! Why would you leave her unsupervised?” Tom shouts. Dr. Hogan stammers, seemingly lost for words. Finally, he says, “we watch her. There are always cracks – moments when our backs are turned. Your wife’s unwell, but she’s not a danger to herself. We occasionally do have more urgent patients.”

My driver’s girlfriend glared at me from the front passenger seat and snapped, “Can't you read? You’re always mooching rides off my boyfriend. Have you no shame? If you can’t afford a ride, just stay home. People like you are the worst!” I looked at my driver, Jason, completely baffled. He hurried over to me and lowered his voice to explain, “Miss Silva, my girlfriend doesn’t know I’m a driver. She’s pretty possessive. She only put up that note because she loves me.