I Can't Think Straight Movie Novels & Stories

Usually, I only saw them in movies. I cautiously stepped into the bathtub, my body still trembling from the earlier encounter. I sat down, letting the coldness of the water envelop my entire being as I closed my eyes. My mind was filled with thoughts about what had transpired between Henry and me. I still couldn't believe it. I felt incredibly awkward now, thinking about how I would face him tomorrow.

“Fuck! I don’t know how to think anymore” ***

Somewhere in the haze, I felt someone drag me–force me into something narrow. Whitney's voice came faintly, "Just a low-level clerk delivering files. And she dares to threaten me." When I woke up, everything was pitch black. From outside, I could faintly hear the host's voice. "Please welcome our chairman to the stage." They called again. And again. The crowd began to stir. "The chairman has never missed an event like this. Did something happen?" "We saw her last night. Where could she be?" I tried to move.

Sweat soaked his face, and he gasped, struggling for air. Dr. Shawn checked his pulse. His face darkened. Then, for some reason, he turned and looked straight at me. “Stick out your hands. He’s... He’s going to quicken it.” Chevonne sobbed, clutching my arm. “Jelly, just let him finish. Please.” I didn’t understand, but I obeyed. The old man gripped my trembling hands with surprising strength. His skin felt clammy, his breathing shallow. Then, a searing pain shot through my skull. I convulsed, gasping as a blinding green light burst from my temple. The room swam in a thick, swirling mist—the same unnatural fog I’d seen on the barge.

I planted a thought in my mind: "There's no point in calling the police. Since she's pregnant, they can only arrest her, not detain her. It's better to send her to a psychiatric hospital." Mom immediately changed her plans after hearing my thoughts. "Call a psychiatric hospital! This woman has gone mad!" Yvette kept shouting, "Why couldn't you just stay in the countryside? Why did you go to donate your blood? Couldn't you have laid low? Why did you have to be discovered? How is it fair that you get everything without lifting a finger?

] [That night I snuck out to see her and booked out an entire amusement park just to win her back. [Tomorrow I get married, so she'll be even angrier. I had better figure out how to smooth it over in advance.] As if to reassure himself, he said it again. "Let's not talk about Charlotte. Bad luck." I knocked his hand away and held his eyes. The knitted brow, the lips pressed into a flat line, the look of pure disgust. Beautiful performance, Richard. If I hadn't heard his thoughts, I would have believed every bit of it.

Hence, she gave me a janitor shift. I went to a cake shop to buy a strawberry cake with my salary. Amy and the other ladies had gone home to put up birthday decorations for Sally. It was late at night, and the roads were slippery due to the rain. On the way home, I was forced into an alleyway by a strong man. “I… The money’s in my purse. I don’t know you, please let me go. Please…” I sobbed from fear. I took out all my money, but he only snorted.

Isabella’s POV My body tingles with another sip of my bubblegum martini. It’s my third glass and it’s only tasting sweeter on my lips, it’s a week day and I’m not supposed to be drinking but I’m so fucking nervous after the day I’ve had at work. The tips of my fingers always feel the turning point first when I drink. That familiar buzz that makes my body feel a bit heavy and my mind light, I hardly ever get drunk I had a horrible experience in college and I still have ptsd hence the reason I hardly drink.

Trent turned around on his executive seat trying to come up with an idea that can help him raise hundred million dollars without resorting to robbing a bank or going to their rivals for help, but nothing came to mind. " Come on think, you buffalo, " he cried smacking his head as if to jog it for ideas. Still nothing. That is it. For the past one hour he had been couped up in his office he had managed to come up with only two ideas rob a bank or borrow the money from their rivals. Which is it going to be? One idea sounds cool even though it is impossible. Trent didn't have it in him to pull off a heist despite how many of the movies he has watched and so that leaves him with only one choice.

It was like some weird car show or something. Cara was confused. She didn't know how she had gotten here or what was going on. Looking beyond the school building she could see the high school's football stadium lit up. Just then, cheers rang out from within it. She wondered if there was a football game. She looked back at the parking lot and felt a waive of frustration. This didn't make any sense. She knew she had just been somewhere else. Cara remembered feeling restrained and unable to see or speak. She remembered the desperation and passion in her mother's voice as she battled with some unseen foe. She didn't understand what was happening or why. But she new She had to get back to her mot