Now I Drive Alone Past Your Street Novels & Stories

Finding a remote I open the gate and drive out, making sure it’s closed behind me before I take off. I haven’t been driving here alone before and it’s a lot bigger than the city I used to drive in. Typing the address on my phone I get the route in front of me on the GPS and can easily just follow it. I'm actually having fun when I drive alone, turning on the music I just make my way downtown. If I could get Danny to agree I want to drive myself to work or places I would love to. Laughing to myself when I'm reminded he has no idea what I am currently doing, I guess when he finds out I will be scolded as a child.

The car surged forward into the quiet night, gravel crunching beneath the tires before the smooth road swallowed the sound. My hands trembled on the steering wheel. Nathan. The word echoed in my head like something broken. Gone. My stomach twisted violently, and I swallowed hard, forcing the bile down. My chest tightened, my breath became shallow and uneven. “Drive,” Gia murmured softly. “Just drive.” Streetlights blurred past me as the road stretched endlessly, empty, and cold. Even the night felt wrong…..too still, too quiet, like the world was holding its breath.

I could even be your driver] Driver???

He shrugged his shoulders and just drove without another word, my eyes staying glued to my phone screen like I was expecting it to light up with my mother’s number and I’d have to start thinking of a plausible explanation for why I’m not in the house like a trophy. Barely an hour drifted past and we arrived at the ends of the street, the lonely path echoing deafening silence all around. “Thank you..” I said, handing him his payment. He duffed his cap and drove off as fast as he could, dust rising in the air behind him. I took a deep breath and walked deeper into the street, trees towered above me, like they were planning on touching the sky. Birds chirped, trees swayed, the wind carried soft

I finally found Aiden’s text and clicked into it. *742, Maplewood Drive. 9th Floor.* "Ok, ma’am.” He nodded. Moving to the corner, I leaned my head against the window, staring into the fast-moving city lights. Then I spotted a small crowd just across the street, as they pointed towards something, jumping in excitement with their phones in the air and taking pictures. “Please, slow down.” I tapped the driver’s seat. “This is a one-way street. I could get arrested for—“ I let the driver’s voice trail off as I caught my picture on the billboard with a caption over my head.

“I’ll be going for a drive.” “I should—” I raised my car keys as I walked out of the office and yelled behind me, “No, stepmother. I’m going alone.” The door slammed behind me, but I heard her footsteps stop mid-stride. She never followed when I called her that. The elevator took forever. Every second was another second Remy wasn't answering her phone. Another second something could be happening to her. I tried to block her away as I slid into the driver's seat and drove.

ACE I drove alone for the first time in a while. No convoy. No Bob. No guards. Just me and the humming engine of my black McLaren as I tore through the winding mountain road carved in stone and silence. This car wasn’t from the Enterprise garage. It was mine—untouched, unbothered, and hidden from the eyes of anyone who thought they knew me. No one followed me here. No one could. The drive gave me time to think about the gala, the heat with the Giordanos, Salvatore’s smug face after my punch, Hope's kiss, Hope’s mouth, Hope’s…

He motioned at the driver. "See you later." I muttered and the driver drove away. I let out a slow long exhale and rested my head back. Sometimes being alone was everything you required.

Now, here she was back to become a thorn in my flesh, a parasite I could not afford to have hanging around me at this crucial point. I grind my teeth, glancing yet again at Natalie. She still wasn’t looking at me, and for a second I could not help but wonder what was running through her head. I murmured under my breath, more to myself than anyone else, "What a stupid mess." Then, pressing my foot harder against the accelerator, I drove faster into the night. After about eight or nine minutes, I steered the car onto the private path leading to my mansion. The scape of the city had long disappeared in the rearview mirror, replaced by the quiet solitude of the hills.

I need to move on. First, I walk away and he doesn’t follow. I try to find my car, which takes a while, but unfortunately, it’s tightly between two cars. There’s no way to drve out, so I decide to walk. I know I shouldn’t. It’s dangerous, after all, but I don’t mind. I decide to take the highway. I should get a cab or something but everywhere is deserted. Only then do I realize it’s past ten. What the hell?