I Left My Family Novels & Stories

I clung to my parents, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. When I finally composed myself, we sat together in the small living room. My parents and brother thanked Lucas for being by my side, and I was only grateful for the same. We caught up about many things and, for the first time, my family really seemed interested in knowing what was happening in my life. "What do you plan next?" Ryan asked, pouring me some warm water, his eyes full of warmth. “I have decided to leave with Lucas,” I said, my voice steady but emotional. I had never been away from my family, despite the years of pain and misunderstandings. But now, I wouldn't just be leaving my family behind, but also Adrian.

Though he said it was a thank you gift for making our family's business okay again. I smiled softly, staring at my Mom and sister. It seemed like we were finally a loving family but now I have to leave and I'm thinking of changing my mind. I really didn't want to move away anymore. But I have to, so I can put everything behind me and start a new life with my baby where no one can manipulate or judge me.

She grabbed my hand, the words that came out of her mouth irritated me badly. “Stop mentioning family because I don’t fucking have one!!” I yanked my hand away roughly, I couldn’t hold it anymore “Was I family when you kicked me out of my father's house?” I asked and none of them could answer “Was I family when I was homeless, starving with no clothes on my back, and not one person reached out to me?” “Was I family when I got into an accident and I was in the hospital for months almost dying and they reached out but no one showed up. Not one of you” I let out a bitter laugh just so I would cry in front of them

I met my mother’s desperate gaze and said the words I knew she never expected to hear: "I don’t have a family." Her breath hitched. "You made it clear years ago—I was never truly part of this family. So don’t come to me now, expecting me to save you." She opened her mouth, then closed it. For the first time, she looked… lost. I turned to Jesse. "Let’s go." Without sparing her another glance, I walked away.

I wasn’t the woman I was three years ago who was too eager to please her family. The family that didn’t care enough to check up on me for the past three years. The only time my father picked up the phone to call me was to know when the wedding was being set and why it was taking so long. I didn’t want a family like that. “I don’t know,” I said slowly. “You know I walked away from medicine for a reason.”

“When I was four, Dad—” Pete rushed forward and covered his mouth, pulling him away. That is to say, he had known her since he was four. My own child had kept it from me for over a decade. I smiled. Because at that moment, my last attachment to this family vanished. I no longer wanted any of them. I left. Completely left. The first few months after leaving myself were unbearable. I numbed myself with alcohol and gambling, enduring day after day. Then I went to the hospital, and the diagnosis came back.

On the night of the Moonlight Festival, my sister Bella called me in tears. “Mom’s been poisoned with wolfsbane! The healer says she might not make it through the night!” Still bleeding from a rogue wolf attack, I drove halfway across town to the clinic without even stopping to clean my wounds. Then I spotted my family raising their glasses in the tavern next door. Bella was doubled over laughing. “Thirty-six minutes! I won! Pay up!” Mom waved me over with a fond little sigh. “Come here, honey. You look scared to death. You really will believe anything Bella tells you, won’t you?” Dad laughed and tossed Bella a hundred-dollar bill. “Should’ve known better. She always comes running.” I stood

I already made up my mind. As I wandered far away from our house, I can still hear my siblings crying, in anger, resentment, sadness, and in love. 'I have to bear all that sin in me.' Walking away from family is hard. But knowing that if you stay with them, waking up every morning, unsure if you have food to eat and survive, is also challenging. However, seeing your family struggling to know that you can't do anything to escape poverty is probably the hardest. I'm just fourteen years old. When teens usually play games with their friends, attend school, and bond with their families, I am being forced by society to leave home and work for myself. Life is definitely unfair.

“I’m sure you also heard my desire to marry Violet.” I nodded. “I’m actually happy that I’m not the only man in the family anymore. I had to leave them for my job in the city. Even back then when I was here I was juggling work and school. I saw my mom how much she was struggling. I didn’t want to leave them but I had to. I’m happy that there’s someone who’ll take care of her this time and watch over the family.”

It reminded me of our happy little family, how we used to be happy just the three of us. I left my car behind, but I was still keeping the phone. My stepmom would try and find me if I brought the car, but by leaving it behind I was good to go. I already emailed my dad that I was leaving for good. Knowing that my text would be buried with his work.