Please Stop Summoning Me Novels & Stories

So after mustering all the emotional strength that I have, I call out to Landon softly. "Stop it, Landon. Please stop this."

He looked up at my window, one hand shielding his eyes from the sun, the other holding another small pebble ready to throw. “I can see you,” he called, grinning. I ducked back a little, annoyed and embarrassed. My face probably looked terrible — puffy eyes, red nose, tear-streaked cheeks. I didn’t want anyone seeing me like this, especially not him. “What do you want?” I called back, keeping my voice low so it wouldn’t carry too far. “Work was canceled today,” he said. “Thought maybe you’d want to have a little fun with me. We could stroll around town. Get some ice cream. Just chill.”

So, with him and me, it was overwhelming and opposite and confusing. “Stop, make it stop, it’s too much, I need for this to fucking stop right the fuck now!” I was screaming.

Should demand she cancel the order again and actually mean it this time. But what would that accomplish?

“Please… I’ll talk… just stop…” I pause, hammer raised. “Who sent you?”

Calling me. The game is on.

Promise :)* A part of me wants to say more, but I can't. Not now, at least.

Since when does a basic blood donation turn you into a Victorian ghost? But of course, Michael ate it up. He whipped the car around without missing a beat. "I'm coming to get you. Hang tight, okay?" Kallie's voice perked up—briefly—then went syrupy again. "No, really, don't. I'll be fine. I don't want you to miss your marriage registration..." "You don't have to say anything else. I'm on my way!" He hung up, then turned to me like he was giving orders.

I do not reply this time. I ignore. 😭

I'm not going anywhere. Not ever again