Novel & Cerita Now I Drive Alone Past Your Street

“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.

“Be safe, Luna. Sleep well.” Rolling up the window, I turned down the road to the highway. It was the first time I drove it myself but it wasn’t a hard path to take. It only felt terrible because it was taking me further away from home, further away from my Alpha.

“Where to?” ‎“Just drive,” I snapped, rubbing my temples. ‎ ‎Then, realizing how insane I sounded, I cleared my throat. “Sorry. 4th Street. Please.” ‎ ‎“Humph,” he grunted nonchalantly. ‎ ‎He slammed his foot on the gas, throwing me back against the worn vinyl. ‎ ‎The man drove like he had a personal vendetta against the asphalt, aggressively hitting a massive pothole that sent me jolting upward until my head nearly grazed the roof.

m. I don't ask for Alfred. I don't tell anyone. I grab my bag, my coat, and go downstairs. I leave the building, the gate opening automatically with my new badge. I walk to the corner, raise my hand. A black cab stops almost immediately. I give him my mother's address in Yorkshire about two hours' drive. The driver nods and pulls away. I lean back against the seat, my heart beating a little faster. This is the first time in days that I've truly gone out alone. No Bentley, no silent chauffeur, no eyes in the rear‑view mirror. Just me, the road, and freedom even if it's illusory.

Just… nothing. I swallow the lump in my throat, force a smile, and whisper, “Yeah, I’m good.” I push the door open and step out, the cold air biting at my skin. The driver watches me as I approach the gate. I climb over it, feeling his eyes on me, widening with disbelief. As I land on the other side, I hear the soft hum of the taxi driving away, the engine fading into the distance until it’s just me. Alone. I take a deep breath and start walking forward, the weight of silence pressing down on me. This is it—no turning back now.