Rejection Roadtrip Novels & Stories

Instead of the warm insightful conversation I had hoped for, I was met with nothing but hostility and disdain. I don’t wait any longer as more thunder rumbles in the sky. I start to walk back to my car. As I walk through the forest, the first few raindrops begin to fall. I pull the jacket I’m wearing tighter around myself, trying to ward off the chill, both from the wind and the emotions that are swirling within me. I can’t believe that Hunter Graham, the man whose words had moved lots of people so deeply, I as well. And yet, today, I was met with nothing but rejection and rudeness. Is this how famous people are in reality? Has he always been like this or Had fame and success made him this

What the fuck am I doing? I ask myself this question for quite literally the hundredth time as I drive down the slightly familiar road that leads me to Ike's territory. I didn't want a mate. Rejection is an option. I was taught it hurts, hurts worse than any pain imaginable.

Nothing, nada, every time I tried something new it came back with a rejection and funny enough I still tried, hoping that one day I'll find what's meant to be mine. Zo once told me that rejection didn't mean I was bad, it was just a redirection but I kept waiting, Oh God knows how much I waited and I never got redirected, how bad must I had been in my past life that nothing seemed to work out for me. I wasn't even brain smart enough, I didn't have a good job and if I applied to work with or for anyone, it was always a rejection.

"Ms. Hathaway, I'll be going overseas for further studies next month. Here is my resignation letter." The HR manager, Kelly Hathaway, looked at me in surprise. "What's with the sudden notice?" she asked. I gave her the explanation I'd prepared long ago. "My son's mother is in Austera. I'm planning to take him there so we can be reunited as a family." Kelly nodded. "That's good. It must be hard for you to raise a child alone here. We all thought you were a single father."

I couldn’t finish and pivoted so fast I almost tripped over my feet as the lump throbbed in my throat. The wind whipped my hair and caught my tears to throw them back at me while my legs moved without direction, stumbling over stone paths and uneven ground between the cabins. I didn’t know where I was going; I just couldn’t be here. My chest heaved, each breath interrupted by the sting of all the rejections I had suffered in my life, all crashing back with brute force. Every “I’m sorry,” every “I need more than this,” every “I tried, Reva,” Every door slammed in my face and every back turned as I reached out for someone to stay, came hurtling back.

Everyone had seen it. I pushed through the undergrowth, heading toward the small trail that led out of Blood Moon territory. I didn’t take anything with me. Not that I owned much worth taking. The cold air slapped against my face, but it was nothing compared to the fire tearing through my chest. That was the thing they never told you about rejection you didn’t just hear it. You felt it. A tearing, burning ache that crawled into your bones and refused to leave. I clutched at my shirt like it could hold the pieces of me together. It couldn’t.

That tiny piece of metal held the financial records that would destroy everything Adrian loved. I didn't want closure. I wanted to make him feel exactly what it felt like to be completely rejected. I grabbed my coat and stepped out into the night, ready to start the fire.

I’ve decided on Oklahoma City and I'm using mom’s laptop to try to find a cheap place to stay. I might already have a job. The black escalade was gone when we left the funeral home and I haven’t seen it since. There hasn’t been any strangeness going on with Brodie and Wyatt, so it must have been my anxiety causing me to be suspicious. They had no idea about Rob or Wyatt would be in my face about it. I still haven’t contacted Rob. I don’t have it in me to deal with him and I want to enjoy my time away from him and not have him ruining it.

Gander a very busy man, so he was currently busy dealing with a seemingly unlimited supply of work. Luckily for Javier, though, the director had signed a contract with Reivaj Media before this deluge of fame and work. At the end of the day, his contract was still going through Reivaj Media. Javier had little reason to worry about any of those things. “Fine by me. I’m a certified junkie when it comes to your sexy womanhood anyway, so let’s drive there together, shall we? We won’t even take the freeway—just some good old country roads to have a good old road trip. Anytime my addiction to your sexy womanhood acts up, we’ll find a place to park and pacify my bad boy. New town, new motel!”

This man was so crazy I imagined. It turns out his name was Duncan. When I got to know about him, Duncan was one of the worst beings I had met on planet earth. He was rude, loud and violet and drunken. Apart from the money, there was nothing good about him. He was very disrespectful, unspeakable and unpredictable. Infact I never understood what he really wanted from me. Ofcourse I discover all this after several weeks of getting to know him better. Can you imagine when we finally dated, Duncan commanded me to get out of his car in the middle of a high way just because I said something that pissed him off. You see readers, you cannot imagine how I got home in the middle of nowhere without