I Left My Family Novels & Stories

Aren't my family and I already in the process of that? They threw me here away far from their sights as they could not stand seeing how a failure I am. They never call me once ever since I was separated from them. If not for the monthly allowance that my father's assistant automatically put into the card that I never once used, I would suspect that I have been cast out from the family tree. "I don't think it's this easy. Layla speaks of cutting family ties. What if she is serious?" Levi was still worried.

“I said leave me! What the hell are you-” “Shut the hell up! I’m not doing anything! I’m not like your family and would never try to be,” He yelled over my face. I break off, our eyes lock and I questioningly look at him. What did he mean by saying that? My family members have left the world one after the other and only Isabella and I are left. In these past years, I felt that Isabella had also left the world for good and I was the one left behind to suffer.

I had a complete falling out with my family. When I left, my younger brother kicked over a chair in anger, and my dad smashed the TV. They yelled, "If you want to go, just go, and never come back to this house!" My mom cried, saying, "Kathryn, we're doing this for your own good. He’s just a murderer…” But if it weren't for him, I might have died in my early teens. Without looking back, I left home and found a random motel to stay in.

I wasn't accustomed to being away from my family, but it was a necessary step in my personal growth. "Daddy, you're going to make me cry! I'll miss you and our family outings every year. I promise to take care of myself, so I can be with you. I hope you and mommy do the same." I said through tears, embracing them tightly. I paid no attention to the curious gazes of others; to them, I was their princess, and my well-being was their primary concern, especially now that I would be far away from them. Despite having a meeting, my parents insisted on seeing me off, a testament to their unwavering love and support. It was a reflection of the priority they placed on me, which I reciprocated in full

-Yes, yes, of course I do. -Thank you friend, thank you, you don't know how much you help me, because you know once I leave that house, I will never come back and they won't let me come back, so when I leave there I will have no family, I will be completely alone, my sisters and I have moved so far away that nobody counts on anyone, everyone scratches with their own fingernails.

He smiled at nothing, unconsciously parting his lips as we looked at the painting together. Somehow I missed my parents and my family. Never would I have believed that I would be in the Lycan's pack, running away from my dad. I just wish he could understand me and have a little trust in me. It was so weird and crazy that I was choosing an enemy park over my own family and loved ones. A tear escaped my cheek but I brushed it off. "Are you okay?" Jalen asked, sensing my moodiness. I nodded, but a tear escaped my eye and I quickly brushed it away. "I just miss my family," I said, my voice cracking.

"Hold on, nothing happened to them. I meant that we'll never know because I left home over two years ago and I haven't seen them since then." Bianca scowled at me. " That's not something you should say lightly. So you abandoned your family. That's not how this pack works, we're a family and we stick together no matter what. We don't want someone who's going to run when the tough time comes. Can you do that?" " Mom. Don't talk to her that way." Noah scolded her and she looked taken aback. If I wasn't so down in the slums, I would have been pleased. Her words rang loud in my head. Could I actually do this? Could I be a Luna?

Despite their skepticism, I knew I had to focus on setting things right, both for myself and for the sake of our family's reputation. As I walked away from them towards my room, I couldn't shake off the feeling of isolation within my own family. The misunderstandings, the accusations—they seemed to overshadow any sense of belonging I once felt.

How would I tell them I wαs cαrrying Killiαn’s bαby? This fαmily would be destroyed becαuse of our mistαke. Dαd would blαme himself. Mom would blαme her son. The life they’ve built… would crumble. And I couldn’t do thαt to them. No. No. I couldn’t keep stαying here. Not like this. I hαd to leαve. For my bαby. For our future. So I did. I didn’t sαy goodbye. I didn’t leαve α letter. I just left.

Why aren't we home? I realized then that I hadn't just walked away from a man. I’d walked away from the only family my son had ever known. And as much as I hated the Trent name and the walls and the security, I couldn't ignore the fact that Larry had tried, in his own broken way, to give Liam everything. I shifted Liam onto the bed and covered him with the scratchy blanket. I walked to the window and cracked the heavy curtains. Outside, the neon sign for the motel flickered, VACANCY, in a dull, buzzing red.