Now I Drive Alone Past Your Street Novels & Stories

, I blur it out and walk towards the door with Theodore following me close behind. The drive is silent, and I am left alone the entire time. Spider is in the front of the car with another man driving while Theodore sits next to me. He keeps his eyes trained on his phone as he types away, and I look out of the window. New York passes through the window, and I can’t stop thinking he died alone. I shake my head, clearing the tears that start rolling down my cheek with the back of my hand.

Scared of what I would do if I was alone. But now the sun was up. And I knew what I had to do. I grabbed my keys. My jacket. My phone. I didn't wake Damon. This was something I needed to do alone. Kael's house was on the other side of town. I drove fast. Too fast. But I didn't care. The roads were empty. The world was quiet. Everything felt still. When I pulled up to his house, my heart was pounding. His car was there. He was home. He couldn't run from me this time.

"Do not come up. I want to be alone tonight." Julian nodded once slowly. "Goodnight, Veronica." "Goodnight," I replied. I opened the car door and stepped out onto the sidewalk. I closed the door shut. Julian did not wait a single second. He pressed his foot on the gas pedal and drove off rapidly down the dark street. I stood alone on the sidewalk, watching his red taillights disappear around the corner. The cold night air hit my bare shoulders. I wrapped my arms around myself tightly and turned to walk toward the main door of my building.

Terrifying, right? It was quite boring to drive alone. But the longer I stayed on my lane, I realized driving alone and in silence made it extra boring. So, I decided to turn on my speaker and played some The Beatles’ song in my car. It worked for a while. Jamming with my all time favorite song of them called ‘Hey, Jude’ awakened the dying energy within me and made me feel motivated to speed up my drive to get home. But as the song ended, and as I draw nearer and nearer to the waiting area for the taxi cabs, I realized someone was walking alone on the street. She was on her brown fitted skirt, and a white sleeveless top. Her hair was straight but a little messed up, and from behind I could s

“You look like a clumsy clown from the ’80s.” I wiped the smeared paint off my face, started the engine, and drove out of the gala. ******* The streets of California blurred past. My thoughts were a storm. A dark car followed behind me. “Ian,” I whispered bitterly. I pressed harder on the accelerator, weaving through traffic and cutting down a narrow side road.

The car is as lonely as my thoughts, a dark streak through the edge of the city, through the raw edge of my fear. The road is more empty than I expect, more empty than I am, more empty than I think. I drive. I drive and lose myself in the motion, in the distance, in the blur of it all. The bag is at my side, and I pretend it is a comfort. I pretend it is. But I am not. I reach the outskirts, the outskirts of the city, the outskirts of my life, and I know. I know.

“I’m sorry. Just come back inside and let’s talk about this.” I slammed on the gas as I finally reached the road. My tires squealed against the pavement, but it wasn’t loud enough to drown out his final words. “You’ll fucking regret this, you BITCH!” ——————————————— I felt lost and alone as I drove aimlessly, unsure of where my next steps would lead me. The few people I had once considered friends were now distant acquaintances, all tied to my husband and his social circle. I had left everything behind, with only the clothes on my back to call my own.

Beds sheets rustled in the background. “I need to get away from Taylor. She is driving me crazy.” I took a moment, exhaling.”I don't have anywhere else to go other than that house and yours.” That silence returned again then I heard him heave.”Brandy or something stronger?” “Stronger.” I drove the car through a curve, wheeling into the main roads. “Hey… thanks man.”

I muttered and looked out at the dark, empty street, where the wind was whipping the snow into white cyclones under the streetlights "Um, don't worry about it, then." I said quickly, trying to make my voice sound stronger than I actually felt. "Just... just stay where you are. I can just take the night bus or walk back. It's fine. I’ll go alone." "Are you sure?" he asked, his tone filled with hesitation. "I hate the idea of you out there in this storm by yourself." "I'm positive. Drive safely, okay?" I told him, hanging up before he could argue further.

"Promise me you’ll be careful." "I promise." She kisses me, deep and desperate. I hold her close, feeling her heartbeat sync with mine. When she pulls away, her eyes glisten with unshed tears. --- The drive to the border takes about twenty minutes. The roads are deserted, the gray sky looming overhead. I’m driving alone, without an escort. If Caden wanted to ambush me, he would’ve done it last night. He’s been waiting, which means— I park at the edge of the tree line and step outside into the cold, crisp air.