He Ditched Me 52 Times Novels & Stories

I covered my mouth, trying to force down the lump in my throat. Yes. Of course I still needed him. How could I not? Dylan wasn't just my co-driver. He was the person who had sat to my right, guiding me through every turn as we tore down roads no sane person would take at that speed. And he was the person I had pushed away. Without a second's hesitation, I opened the dial pad and entered a number I hadn't called in five years, yet had never forgotten. By the time I hit the last digit, my fingers were already trembling.

“Byron. Any trouble?” “Nope.” His voice sounded almost disappointed. “My route’s completely clear.” “How far out?” “Twenty minutes.” I looked around through the windshield, studying every inch of the woods. The obvious detour sat to our right. Too obvious. Fresh tire tracks disappeared between the trees. “See that?” I asked. “The side trail. They want us to take it.” He chuckled. “Probably.” I pointed toward the ditch. “Stay on this road.” He looked confused. “The ditch?”

On the day I'm supposed to get engaged to my childhood sweetheart, Rachel Miller, I run away. As my flight heading overseas takes off, I delete all my contacts. Six years later, my parents' graves are being relocated, so I have no choice but to return. But outside the cemetery, I run into Rachel. She grabs my wrist, her eyes bloodshot. "Why did you run away?" She's lost a lot of weight. Dark circles shadow her eyes, as though she's the one who's been losing sleep every night for the past six years. "Because I didn't want to marry someone I didn't love," I say. Her body sways, as though her soul has left her body. "Is there anything else?" I ask. She falls silent. I wait patiently fo

TWENTY-SEVEN The Bunker THEY WERE TEN MINUTES from Curtis’s place when the Golem finally spoke. “So, tell me again, how many times have you died?” Curtis sighed. “Twice. The machete was number two. The car accident the other day was the first—I think.” “I don’t believe this,” grumbled Charley, shaking his head. “You think that was the first?”

“Fucking teenage little shits.” “You are a teenager.” I roll my eyes. “Are you missing the larger point, here?” “Did you get the license plate?” “No, I was too shocked to do anything. She also got out of her car and shoved me into a fucking ditch and I sprained my wrist.” I stab a meatball viciously. “And now I’m going to have to work out around a fucking sprained wrist and I was just getting over my strained hamstring.” “Where were you?” “Crescent Hills. Apparently the place for rich people.”

I lifted my right leg with force, sinking instead. A ditch. Prince Marcus warned me to beware of ditches but I had completely forgotten. They were hidden from the eyes, covered with dead brown leaves. The growl got louder, which meant that whatever it was, was getting closer. The ditch pulled me in the more I struggled to come out of it. The cold mud soaked my legs to my midsection and I was still sinking. I didn't care anymore if it was a rogue. I just needed help. I gathered my breath and let out a yelp. “Help!”

I remember for the diiferent things I did a revenge on him at different times . There is this particular time Duncan drive over 580kms to meet me. It had been years and years. Well in heart I knew I wouldn't get back to him no matter what. But ofcourse I didn't want to be rude. I told Duncan I was in some hotel on official business. He came finally, we drunk coffee, and other snacks. Then I excused myself to my hotel room for a minute. Just.got our from other gate of the hotel and left. He looked for me in vain.He called me calling me a crook. I lied him I was not feeling well in my hotel room. Wanted the room number but I had hung up. I switched off my phone and slept

The first try went by with no reply so did the second , third, fourth and fifth, by the fifteenth time, I lost count. However, the more I failed, the more the water tightened on my body and throat, the more I tried harder and harder until finally Carey answered. “ Mica?! is that you! “ I had been shocked, so hard that I lost focus. The water dispersed and I stood up then I tried again, “ Carey?! can you hear me?! “ “ Mica! How-” “ I DID IT!” I yelled, still unable to believe I actually did it,” oh my!” I focused once again and spoke. “how have you been? I mean- how is everyone? I- this is crazy!”

Can't we just talk? - No. I walked away, my head over my shoulder. I pulled hard on the steering wheel. Josh pulled away as the Mini bounced across the rutted road, dangerously approaching the wide ditch. At the last second, he straightened and I stumbled towards DownMoor, Josh's abandoned face haunting me in the rearview mirror.

Clancy's POV "What the fvck did you say? What the actual fvck did you just say?" I banged my fist on the table as I roared at Matteo over the phone. He started to stammer, "Boss, I'm telling you the truth, they just vanished" "Vanished?" I gritted my teeth, "Does this sound like a fantasy movie to you? All you had to fvcking do is follow one obstinate woman" "My men indeed followed her, Boss, as instructed, but we lost her at the Riverside Drive Tunnel. I'm on my way to investigate this Boss, there must be an exit somewhere" I didn't need to hear more excuses from Matteo and slammed my phone on my desk.