I Left My Family Novels & Stories

"Do we just... never see you again?" I turned back to face them one last time. "That's exactly what happens. You'll go back to your lives, and I'll go back to mine. Separately." "But we're your family," Father pleaded. "No," I said firmly. "Lucas is my family now. These people who actually care about me - they're my family. You lost the right to call yourselves that a long time ago." With that, I walked out of the room, leaving them to face the consequences of their years of neglect.

“I only told you not to return to the Lowe family. I never said we should break up! We can go back to how we were before! I’ll treat you even better than before!” I looked at her, and I felt exhausted. She believed that by stripping away my identity as the actual Lowe family’s son, we could somehow return to our peaceful beginning, and our love could continue as it used to be. But she did not understand that the tragedy had never started with my return to the Lowe family. “Cathy…” I pushed her away and stood up to put some distance between us. “I’m tired. I want to go back.” Without sparing her a second glance, I turned and headed for the door. She did not stop me this time.

I plop into my chair at my desk, completely exhausted from my conversation with my mother. I've basically been cut out of my family. I don't know if I left or they exiled me but the divide already existed before I moved out. I wish I could officially withdraw from the family. Tell them I don't need a card with fifty bucks on my birthday and I don't need to know when they leave the country. It would be nice not to feel like I need to inform them when I get a new job or send them my new address.

“I have a husband. But I guess that doesn’t matter now. We’re done. All the rules? They’re already broken.” “So… no more?” he asked again. I nodded. “No more.” He smiled. “That’s good. Next question. Do you have a family?” My heart dropped. Dad and Mom? They're in Europe. I’m married but I’ve never felt like I had a family. Not really. “No,” I answered flatly. He leaned in a little. “Are you going home tonight?” I looked away. “No more,” I whispered again. Before I could react, he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward his car.

Turning to Jackson, I said firmly, "You're not my son anymore. Choose whoever you want to call 'Mom'." Without looking back, I walked straight to the bedroom to pack my belongings. I didn't have much—just a few changes of clothes. That was all I had left. For years, everything in my life had centered around Mason and Jackson. Their happiness was mine. I had nearly forgotten who I was in the process. I sacrificed everything for our family, hoping to hold us together. But to them, I was nothing more than an afterthought. I once thought that sincerity would be met with the same in return. How naive I had been.

--- I sat on the couch in the empty house, devoid of any family warmth. The wind howled outside the windows. I closed my eyes and covered my ears. But I still couldn't escape that heavy, oppressive atmosphere that felt like it could crush me at any moment. Since no one in this family cared about me or needed me anymore, I would leave this house completely. Leave this place entirely. I was certain I could have a better life elsewhere.

After class, my half sister sent a driver to pick me up for the family dinner. But he parked outside the estate of the Besa family, the most dangerous mafia clan in England. My half sister, Sophie Hawthorne, was practically dripping with smugness on the other end. "Got you! The driver's gone. Let's see how you get out of this one!" I stood frozen. My father sighed on the other end of the line. "You fell for a trick that simple? You're a disgrace to the Hawthorne blood in your veins!" My stepmother laughed. "How can you be this stupid? Find your own way out. We have a dinner to attend." Shaking with fear, I sank to the ground and, with my last shred of hope, called my fiance, Ethan Mercer. Th

I have to eat your leftovers. I am not a pack member. I do not have family here. The only family I had was killed. I have no friends. I have no reason to stay. I want to leave."

"There probably isn't much left in here. Whatever's gone, consider it the last money I'll ever give you. From now on, whether this family falls apart or stays together, it has nothing to do with me." My mother stared at me, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Y-You're cutting ties?" "Yes. I'll send over the paperwork. You don't have to sign, but I'll file to recover whatever's left on that card. If you can pay it back, then do." After that, I walked out with the officers. The older one looked at me with something like pity. He opened his mouth, but I smiled first. "I know it's not really something you can pursue legally. I just needed the truth out in the open. Thanks for comin

The sharp wall of Liora’s jealousy. They are not my family. They are my court. And soon, they will be my executioners. The thought loops in my head, obsessive, terrifying: I must leave. But where to go? The question is a bottomless abyss. I have nowhere to go. I do not know my grandparents, my uncles, my aunts. They have been erased from the family narrative, considered "inadapted" or "bad influence." My mother has cut ties with her past, and my father has never had one. We are an island, and I am about to drown in the waters surrounding it.