Novel & Cerita Now I Drive Alone Past Your Street

Which success of the present, has come at the cost of all my time. “Mr. White, we have arrived!” The driver suddenly interrupted my train of thought. I nodded at him, then opened the door and walked down. Before entering the house, I said, “Come pick me up an hour earlier than usual tomorrow morning!” The driver immediately nodded in agreement, I watched him drive away and then entered the house. My house is not too spacious. But if I live alone, it is extremely cold and lonely. Before I thought about finding a friend and going through a two-person life, but then I gave up.

“Smart.” I sighed while leaning back. “I am really getting pissed by every passing second. They all keep playing dirty thinking they are the only ones who can roll in the mud.” “I think you just scared that man so bad, he might disappear forever.” “Let him,” I said. “I don’t care for anyone else but myself right now.” Soon we got into the road as cars passed us. It was getting very busy here. I pushed my foot on the gas as I sped through and got home.

I groaned to myself. I pushed myself to my feet, the weight of the room pressing in on me, and walked out, the sound of my footsteps echoing in the empty space. It felt like a metaphor for my life lately—empty, silent, and painfully alone. Outside, I pulled out my phone and ordered an Uber. The driver would take some time to arrive, but I needed to do something to distract myself from the chaos in my head. I paced the length of the driveway, the cold evening air doing nothing to calm my restless thoughts. Finally, the Uber pulled up, and I climbed into the backseat, giving the driver the address to the family mansion.

“I think it would be better if I went alone. I can handle Kayla.” I drove to the suburbs on the other side of the city after breakfast the following day. The houses were tiny, ranch-style homes, but they were clean, freshly painted, and the lawns were mowed. Pulling my truck in front of number twenty-seven, I looked around. There was an old Mazda, along with a late model BMW, in the driveway. “Maybe Kayla isn’t alone,” I mumbled as I turned off my truck’s engine. I slid out of the truck and walked to the front porch, stopping to admire the porch swing and several pots of geraniums on both sides of the door.

I came all by myself, leaving Brebda at home alone with a lie that I was out for work. I tightened my hand on the sterling wheel, the voice in my head echoed. “Go home”. “Go back”. “You don't have to”. I pressed hard on the accelerator, driving past the estate gate with speed heading to the one block I can never be mistaken for BLOCK E. I parked in front of his mansion, a white castle with artworks on display all over the building. I sat in the car for a minute… Then two… Then five more minutes….

Even then, Connor refused to give up, shouting that he would never stop chasing me. I watched his figure fade into the distance, my hands curling into tight fists. The sheer depth of his shamelessness still astonished me. If I didn't end this once and for all, I knew he would haunt my life forever. My best friend came over then, gently wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "Darling, if you need help, I'm here." I leaned against her, exhausted. "Thank you," I murmured. "But this… I need to handle on my own."

If that creep can bring back my mom, then so it be him. I am so blinded by resolve to save my mother that I don’t even notice now dark it has gotten outside. It is night time and sun has set long ago. I press the break and stop my car right where I had met him last time, at the cross-road. My eyes still glossy and it feels like I am going to have another break down session, not like I didn’t have many in between these days. These horrible days. ” Hey, Mr. whoever you are. Where are you?” I yell to no one in particular as there is no one to begin with. I am standing all alone in the middle of a cross-road like some crazy woman. Well, what I am doing is crazy itself.

I’m so caught up in my discovery of where the Red One, Roweena, and Iona are that I completely forget to be nervous about driving. Brandon and Zak have been very patient while teaching me over the past few months, but driving still feels unnatural—especially alone, in a new place. Somehow, the road is empty. No traffic. No pedestrians. No distractions. I don’t know how I got so lucky, but weirdly, it’s not even at the top of my “let’s-panic-about-this” list.

—AVERY— The drive to the address felt endless. My hands were shaking on the steering wheel the whole time. I kept checking the message over and over again, as if the words “If you want the boy, come alone would change.” They didn’t. Finally, I reached the location. A deserted road. Dead silent.

The night air hit my face. Cold and sharp. Like the end of everything. --- I walked to my car without looking back. Started the engine. Drove away from the only home I'd ever known. In my rearview mirror, I saw Alessandro standing in the doorway. Watching me leave. Then he was gone. The house disappeared into darkness. And I was alone. --- I drove through the city streets without thinking. Muscle memory guided me to the apartment I'd bought a year ago. My safe house.