Novel & Cerita Leaving Him To His Own Devices

Things could get more complicated, and I needed to avoid it at all costs. I eyed him. "This is not the only thing I'd be doing alone. Don't act like you care. This is not your decision. Just, please," I pressed my palms together. "Leave!" "I'll go get the car started," he stated calmly as he twirled the key. "This is my decision, too. Immediately, I'm sure it's safe, I'll leave."

I don’t ask for help. I don’t trust. I don’t believe. But right now— I don’t have a choice. His eyes harden slightly. Not cold. Focused. “I can try,” he says. Try. Not promise. Not guarantee. Just— try. “Tell me what to do,” I push. He steps closer again. Slow. Careful. Watching me like I might snap at any second. He’s not wrong. “The device,” he says, pointing slightly. “It’s controlling your nervous system. Feeding commands. Monitoring resistance.”

"And dont tell me you're here to console me or check up on me. I'm fine on my own." 'Fine on my own,' I thought to myself carefully. Was that not what I wanted from him? If he was so okay without me, then that meant that I could leave, didn't it? I started to raise my hopes for a mild reaction when I told him my intentions. It was unlikely, but what he had said made it possible. Before those words, it wasn't.

"If that's what you have to say ... then I wish you all the luck in the world ... I'm not taking any risk ... I will reserve some money for you in my will, but not her ... not even if she's pregnant now ... I'm sorry, honey, I don't trust her, not after this." He took the drink from the table and engulfed it in one go. He put the empty glass next to his mom, "I don't care ... you should start telling your other sons to step up to the plate, 'cause I'm leaving ... I'm going to run my own thing from now on ... I wish you all the luck in the world," he said the last sentence with a sarcastic tone.

This was supposed to be simple. Work. Save. Leave. That was it. No distractions. No complications. No— You already have. The words landed again. Clearer this time. “No,” Arlo muttered under his breath, shaking his head once. “No, I haven’t.” He hadn’t. He couldn’t have. Because if he had— Then leaving wouldn’t be simple anymore. Arlo pushed himself back into motion, grabbing the next stack of linens. Faster now. Sharper. Controlled. He wouldn’t think about it.

Zak replied casually; however, I could tell that his mind was already elsewhere. … After returning to the mansion, Zak excused himself and left immediately. I knew that the issue was far from over for Zak and that he was still very troubled by it. However, I decided to let him go because I knew that there wasn’t anything else that I could say to make him feel better. There are some things that Zak would rather handle on his own and I’m willing to respect and let him do just that.

I would do this on my own terms, through my own channels, without his knowledge. It was the only power I had left.

Not looking back. "Fine," he said. His voice flat. "Then you're on your own." The door slammed shut. The lock engaged with a heavy, final thud.

After continuous knocking and no response from me, he left. He left.

“You can keep the rules, the cameras, the monitoring, the little games where everyone pretends not to know who’s watching who. I’m done with all of it.” Eleanor’s face sharpened. “You’re being dramatic.” “No,” he said. “I’m being done.” That was when it happened to me in a way I hadn’t expected. Not the argument or accusation. Not even the footage. It was the calm in his voice when he said those words. The finality of them. The fact that he didn’t need to raise his voice to leave them behind. He was already leaving them behind. And his hand at my back made that choice feel physical, real, impossible to misunderstand.