Driving Me Crazy Book Novels & Stories

“Why can't I just get a normal life?” My eyelids grew heavy and I closed my eyes. I'm tired of this. When I came to, I wasn't in my room anymore. I was in a car. “Wait… what am I doing here?” I gasped. The car was moving at a crazy speed and I couldn't get the brakes to stop. Jefferson laughed wildly beside me, his arms in midair as he whooped. “Dang, Booker. I didn't know you had it in you. We'll win this race.”

The books whose MMC are my, to heart, book boyfriends. And now, now all I could fucking imagine them is as Dante, every MMC of these books keep on reminding me of him when I am trying to read it so I could forget him. I wish I could just shout out my lungs now. The way my frustrations are overflowing, please god make sure no one else tests my patience today. Or may God have some mercy on them. I step outside seeing my poor driver waiting for me since morning and now it's almost evening. Sitting in a car we drove back to the house with my failing attempts of clearing my fucking mind out.

Frida I drive like a mad woman to my parent's house, racing through my neighborhood with my heart pounding in my chest. The neighbors glare daggers at me for driving like an idiot when I jump out of the car, but I don't care. I left Stan in the goddamn basement without his insulin, and now I'm terrified I might have accidentally killed him. Shit. He better not be dead; he cannot be dead!

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.

I couldn't take it anymore at this rate I might go crazy, it's already seven pm, and all the workers have left including Rex, I'm the only one here in the office trying to get her off my mind, but she refuses going as she so stuck in my memory I needed to bring her back or at this rate, I might lose my sanity. I threw my laptop aside, and collected my car key before rushing out of the office. I entered the elevator but suddenly it felt like an eternity when the elevator finally opened. I breathed out in relief and walked out, rushing to my Lamborghini. I was shocked to see my other Lamborghini damn! I remembered I took the car from her that day "You've hurt her so much" My conscience taunted

Without a backward glance, or a goodbye to Andre, we left the house, got into the car, and drove away. The silence was like a balloon, pressing me to the door, keeping me at the edge of my seat. I had no destination in mind. I didn't know where I was driving to. I was so disorganized. “I feel like I'm dying,” I said finally, inhaling a loud breath. “I feel so filthy, I want to scrub my skin till they peel off. I want to burn my clothes, wash myself in scalding water. I want — ” “Pull over, Abel. Now.”

..... ERROR CHAPTER, BELONGS TO ANOTHER BOOK, PLEASE MOVE TO THE NEXT ONE TO CONTINUE THE STORY, AM DEEPLY SORRY "I have thousand reason to die and many billions reasons to cry, but am still standing and I don't know why.... ..... The ride home was a really quiet one, My hands kept on fiddling, and my poor head was banging me over and over again, God, I really feel like I was actually dying or something.... I couldn't stop digesting everything that I just heard like a few minutes ago, as my heart kept on arching, Everything was just so frustrating, and oh, to top it all, the silence in the car was killing me completely...

I was hurt, pained, jealous, heartbroken. "Oh my God!" I exclaimed, coming down from the bed and wiping my tears. I didn't want to think about anything now. I strolled out of the room to the room with so many books, my study room. I brought down a book and started to read. I would rather read a book than have those thoughts flowing through my head. I was scared of what I could do any moment from now. ~DANIEL~ "Drive faster" I barked at Martins. I didn't trust myself to drive and had called Martins to drive me home.

The stained carpet, the smell of ginger and old books, and the constant, crushing feeling of being invincible. I hit the gas, the engine roaring as I sped away. I wanted to outrun the guilt by driving until the image of my own sad face in the rearview mirror vanished. But as the wind whipped my new blonde hair across my face, I realized I couldn't run away from a body I was currently wearing. I slowed down after two blocks. Chloe, get in, I said. “Maya,” Chloe would drive like she owns the road, not like she’s escaping a crime scene. Chloe shot back.

Zee said gripping my shirt, “Yeah, I’m with you there” I whispered, “Mum, for fuck’s sake, what are you looking for?” “A book” she snapped, “Yeah, I can see that, now will you tell me why you're going crazy?” “I'm not crazy, I know that I saw it here somewhere” she muttered, “Ah yes” she cried.