Novel & Cerita Move To The City In A Broke Down Car

Ava Tonight has been perfect—almost too perfect. I’ve always believed that nothing could ever be this flawless, at least not without a price and I was right. Because just as the evening was winding down and we were heading home, the car broke down. Apparently the price of a good evening is a stranded night in the middle of Chicago wearing heels that are pretty close to starnggling my feet. I glance over at my husband who is on the phone with the mechanic, his jaw tight and his free hand running through his hair in frustration.

I quickly picked up the purse and opened it, I looked inside and confirmed what I’d feared. My phone was broken. “Could anything go my way tonight?!” I yelled, earning stares from passersby. I had a few dollars in my purse, and even though getting a taxi was too much for my condition right now, I knew I had no other option. “Taxi!” I yelled flagging a taxi down, thankfully, it stopped and was empty, I hopped in, “To Northam Estate,” I said and the driver drove off. I sat there at the back of the car, reminiscing about what I was about to lose, a way to save my sister, a brand life away from the slums of where I grew up, and most importantly, the richest family in all of New York City.

After saying that, she hopped out of the car and strode toward the hospital's exit. Ethan slapped his own lips harshly and cussed aloud. He wanted to drive his car to chase after Jazzie, but suddenly, his path was barred. A sweet voice reached his ears. "Ethan, my car broke down. Can you drop me off?"

As we emerge into the city's flow of traffic, we share a moment of respite. I stole a glance at Braxton, his eyes reflecting exhaustion and contentment. Our Maddox, lulled by the gentle hum of the engine, nestled against him, eyelids drooping with the promise of a peaceful nap. The city's skyline unfolds beyond the tinted windows, a panorama of skyscrapers and bustling streets. The car cuts through the urban landscape like a ship carving through gentle waves, carrying us towards the sanctuary of home.

The strongest pull. The deepest break. The place where everything seems to be collapsing inward. “This way,” I say. We move. Not running. Not yet. Because the ground beneath us doesn’t feel stable. Each step carries a faint hesitation, like the city is deciding whether to hold us or let us fall through it. We pass a car. Or what used to be one. Half of it remains. The other half— Gone. Not torn. Not crushed. Just… absent. The inside is exposed to empty space, wires hanging uselessly, seats cut off mid-curve.

I staggered forward, raising both hands, uncaring how desperate I looked. “Stop!” My voice cracked. “Stop!” The car slowed—for a second—then sped past. Another car approached. The same thing—Another glance. Another hesitation. Then gone. No one wanted trouble. A third car came, closer, faster. This time, I stepped directly into its path. Tires screamed. The car jerked to a violent stop inches from me. The window rolled down. The driver stared, shaken. “Are you insane?! You could’ve—” “I need a ride,” I cut in, gripping the door before he could react. “Sunpeak City. Now.”

2, my car doesn't have seat belts and tend to have a mind of its own. Just then, the radio comes on, playing a random tune. "Ok Bumblebee," I said, switching the radio off. It felt as if my dreams had just been shattered. All I could do was try my best to get home safely. When I got to the stoplight, I was a few people videoing two rats that were fighting over a slice of pizza. "There goes the health insurance and paid vacation," I said to myself. The light changed to green, but to just my luck, my car broke down.

“It’s a long story. We need to move. Can you walk?” He nodded, wincing as he got to his feet, leaning on me for support. We were a pathetic pair, soaked, muddy, and broken, standing in the ruins of the world. We limped away from the riverbank, toward the darkened city. We found his vehicle where he’d said it would be, a rugged SUV parked on a deserted service road. As we drove through the silent, blacked-out streets, a new kind of dread began to settle over me, colder and deeper than any fear I’d felt before.

I didn’t know where I was going. I had no friends, no family…nothing. But as I reached the end of the alley, a black car with tinted windows pulled up sharply, screeching to a halt right in front of me. I tried to ignore the car. I was too tired, too broken, and too filthy to care about another luxury vehicle parked in a place it didn’t belong. I tightened my grip on the handle of my broken suitcase and tried to limp past, but the rear door swung open with a smooth, expensive click, blocking my path.

Otherwise, it would be easy to collide. The stationary car happened to be in the middle of the road. Thus, whether it was from the left or right, the cars behind it did not have enough space to pass by. Zachary’s driver honked. The driver of the car in front climbed out from under the car and said loudly in embarrassment, “My car broke down.” Zachary’s driver turned his head and said to Zachary, “Mr. Zachary, there’s a car in front that broke down.”