I Can't Escape Novels & Stories

Faye I hate rehab centres. I hate the people who work here. I hate walking through the facilities with my raging mother. I hate being the grown up. I hate watching them cuff my mother and sedate her. I hate I hate i hate everything _____________ No matter how many times I do it, I always cry in the way back to my house after dropping her at a rehab centre. I always wish the world would just swallow me whole. I wipe a tear from my blurry eyes. My phone rings again and I toss it into the back seat. Aidan needs to stop calling!

You don't need to use your head to think to know who's doing it. Anna, you come back and die with me. Eric suddenly remembered something, opened his cell phone, and wrote a message. [Where are you?] Ting ting. Incoming message tone. [I'm at work, do you have urgent business to find me?] Eric quickly tapped his finger on the keyboard. [Ha ha, you are so good. Put up a bunch of posters looking for an excuse to run away, hurry home, and clean up for me] Ting ting. [No, I want the best for you. Didn't the press say you and Vincent are a couple?]

“Damn you! You should’ve just let me die!” “I won’t let that happen. I admit, my source of money isn’t clean. But I’m not bad as you think.” He put the tray on the bedside table. “Let me go!” She struggled, trying to loosen the knot. “Don’t worry. I will let you go. Maybe when this vessel arrives in Leyte. But for now, you should eat. You’re exhausted.” He scooped a porridge and tried to make her eat. Einille refused. Her appetite was the least of her concern. Besides, what if the food had poison?

I was sleeping peacefully in the bed, though “peacefully” was only what my body pretended to do. My mind was anything but calm, tangled, messy, full of thoughts I couldn’t silence no matter how hard I tried. His words kept echoing… what Iskander said, that bond, that control, that unbearable truth I still didn’t fully understand. And worse than everything else, escape. How do you escape something that already feels wrapped around your fate? My chest tightened. Every time I tried to imagine freedom, it slipped away like smoke through my fingers. Deep down, a voice kept repeating: it’s not possible.

Scarlet let out a tiny noise of agreement, "I'll take first shift." I sat down against the wall and pulled my knees to my chest, my body ached from all the running, fighting and surviving, but I had no room to complain when so many weren't. My mind wouldn't settle down, all I could think about was the voice that has been whispering to me and calling me Tether. The word continues to echo around my mind forcing me to dwell on the unknown. I leaned my head against the cold concrete and let my eyes finally shut, just for a minute, I told myself, just until the ringing in my ears stops.

Our escape narrowing. And in that instant, I realized: for the first time, we might not be able to slip away.

within me at times. The fiery feeling that Hades unleashed in me feels like it’s made a home in my core and bones. After running so much, and experiencing my time in the underworld, it is helping me understand more about the mystery of this supernatural world. So many humans fantasize about it in movies and tv shows. It feels surreal that I am somehow apart of it as well. I lived my entire life blind to it, rejecting my powers, and fearing I would be a freak. To know where I came from is amazing. "what are you thinking about love?" he asks "Just my journey I have been on, everything I have learned" "Did you meet Him?" he said in a bitter tone. I gulped as I searched for the words to tell hi

"A FUCKING ISLAND! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO ESCAPE?! I CAN'T EVEN SWIM!!" I stand there, my fists clenched and my eyes blazing with frustration and despair. Even if Massimo had not stopped me on my first escape attempt, I still would not have been able to leave. I look around, my eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of rescue, but there's nothing. Just the sea, stretching out to the horizon, meeting the sky at a perfect line. "MASSIMO SCALLISE! YOU MOTHERFUCKING SON OF A COCK SUCKING CUNT!!”.

My body screamed to move, and my mind tried to calculate an exit, any exit, like a bridge engineer trying to reroute load after the supports have been cut. I could not breathe properly. I could not think properly. I could only feel the shape of the trap closing and the unbearable truth pressing up through everything else: They weren’t trying to stop me from escaping. They were trying to see what I would do when escape became impossible. And the worst part was that somewhere in Rome, Leah’s body was still wired to my choices. I backed toward the door anyway, because something in me refused to be trained. The clerk’s voice softened, almost kind.

And no matter how hard I fought, I couldn't escape. I couldn't help it—the sobs wracked my body as I hugged myself tighter, my arms trembling from the weight of the emotions I could no longer suppress. The pain was too much to bear, the crushing reality of my situation too overwhelming. I wanted to escape, to run away from it all, but deep down, I knew I was trapped, shackled to this existence where every moment felt like I was suffocating.