Idiot America Novels & Stories

My husband, Nathan Sidney, is the top doctor in the municipal hospital. However, he refuses to treat my stepsister, Jessica Jepson. He tells me that it's because Jessica's mother, Janice Ferguson, is Dad's mistress, which makes Jessica a mistress' daughter. They don't deserve to be treated by him because they're the ones responsible for tearing my family apart. During a family get-together, we play the "Have You or Haven't You" game. When it's my turn, I confidently say, "I've been treated by Nathan. You haven't." Jessica smiles and pulls out a medical report from her pocket. "Sorry, Cassie. You've lost." Nathan's signature is penned on the report. As I clutch the medical report, I

There isn’t any because this person is a fucking nobody. “And who the hell is he?” he asks. I try to stifle the laugh that wants to escape when part of the caramel spills from his mouth. Fucking idiot. “An idiot with a problem. If he doesn’t pay today, then he’s a dead idiot and won’t be my problem anymore.”

I looked at him from head to toe. He had little curly, dark brown hair. His skin color was a bit pale like the people who live in snow and his blue eyes were adding to his beauty. The dark red lips were like red strawberries which were visible from far away. And a tattoo on the side of his neck which wasn't much visible because of his jacket. But I saw a little tattoo on his wrist and it was saying,"I AM NOT MYSELF". I bet if anyone meets him for the first time, they will probably notice his dark red lips first. He was wearing a dark black jacket and a white t-shirt. His shoes were black and white sneakers and his jeans pants were also black.

"Kelsey, I'm sorry. I know now that I was wrong. Please come back to me. I'll give you everything I have as long as you return to me…" His voice was low and hoarse as he kept reciting his love for me and how much he missed me. I just found it ridiculous. He killed our child with his own bare hands. He even nearly killed me. And now, he was suddenly acting like a loving and caring husband and father on TV. Was he truly looking for the wife he had pushed through the doors of hell with his own hands? Or was he simply looking for me so that he could finally be at peace with himself?

And for the first time all day, I let myself breathe and then the word vomit started. “I’m just so dumb, Adriano. Like, dumb-dumb. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I make these awful, impulsive choices and then I spiral about them like I didn’t literally do them myself. And I miss my parents so bad and they haven’t called or texted me back in weeks. Weeks, Adriano. And I know I shouldn’t be calling them—I know that. But I keep doing it anyway like some desperate little idiot because I think maybe this time they’ll pick up. That maybe this time they’ll stop pretending I don’t exist. Like maybe I’ll get to be their daughter again. Stupid, right? Like delusionally stupid.” I sniffed, clutchin

It was midnight and I was worried if I wouldn't sleep soon I wouldn't be able to attend my classes. I huffed in annoyance and sat up on the bed. I stood up and stepped out of the bedroom. I went to his bedroom and stood in front of the door like an idiot. I tried to knock the door twice but couldn't gather enough guts to do so. I finally gave up and knocked at his bedroom door shamelessly. In a minute, he opened the door. He looked sleepy. "Was he sleeping?" I thought to myself.

"I'm really the stupidest." She mockingly said to herself. "I did something completely nonsensical because of my momentary fear of my debts and the unknown," she softly reflected. The system harshly lashed out.

"Gosh, he's so annoying," Annabelle muttered. "Why no?!" Ethan demanded. "Because," Andrew glanced at him before facing Ryan again, "The fact that your IQ is actually lower than an eight doesn't mean mine is. And when I tell you something, your little brain should be able to comprehend the fact that I'm a thousand times smarter than you are and hence I've completely gotten to the bottom of things." "Don't insult me Andrew," Ryan snapped at him. Andrew looked towards Ethan's direction. "Come to think of it Ethan, you're kinda smarter than Ryan for figuring this out ages before he ever could," Andrew stated in ever bored tone.