Stop It Novels & Stories

she said. The moment she disappeared, I folded my arms tightly. "You need to stop this," I uttered sternly. Jake frowned slightly before replying. "Stop what?" "The messages. The flowers and notes. All of it," I said with anger. Confusion flickered briefly across his face. "What note?" He questioned.

They had protected her while forcing me to apologize. Now, they were finally holding me. However, I didn't want them anymore. Slowly, I pried his fingers away one by one. "Hunter, it's not that you can't live without me. You just can't accept that the person who had always waited for you finally stopped waiting."

I entered my room and quietly closed the door. "I'm sorry." The voice says. "Why?" "You will get through this. Just don't give up." "I don't feel good." 'Let's take away the pain.' "How?" 'You know how.' "Xavier don't listen!" 'Xavier, it's your fault your family is like this.' "It's not your fault Xavier, please." 'The only way, is to you know.' "Don't, please." 'Go to the bathroom.' "Xavier. Please. Don't. Do. This."

That's all in the past now, my Dad is now a part of the witch's gang. As I paid attention to "Fix You" by Coldplay" on the radio. I wondered if there was someone that could fix me. It is one of my favorite songs to listen to every morning. I'd say it gives me some sort of hope and inspiration. I began to sing the song: "When you try your best, but you don't succeed When you get what you want, but not what you need When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep Stuck in reverse And the tears come streaming down your face

May 25th, 2040 click, tap, click. Sharply, I snap my head up to see a gloomy eyed Shawn tapping his pen on my desk. "Hey", I snapped, "can you please stop tapping? It's giving me a headache". Now, of course my head didn't actually hurt, but Shawn's incessant noise was getting on my nerves. Almost immediately, he put the pen down and stared down at his hands. He looked embarrassed, and avoided eye contact with me for the rest of class. As he should.

"You just got used to having someone waiting on you. A backup plan who'd never leave. "You don't love me. "You just can't accept that the guy who used to orbit you finally walked away." I picked up my wineglass and finished it in one swallow. "I don't love you anymore, Amanda. "And I don't even hate you now. "Get out."

Just my name. Slow. Low. It stopped me mid-sentence. I looked at him again. “Stop,” he said gently. Not sharp. Not commanding. Just firm enough that I listened. “Stop apologizing.” I opened my mouth to argue, but he kept going. “And stop trying to make that smaller than it was.” My throat tightened. “You don’t get to brush that off like it was nothing,” he said. “Not after tonight.” “I’m not brushing it off,” I said weakly. “I’m just saying—”

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Let it be enough. A long pause. I watch the three dots appear and disappear. Appear and disappear. Finally : If that's what you really want. It's not what I want. It's what has to be. I don't accept that. But I'll respect it. For now. I should tell him to stop. Should make it clear there's no "for now," only never again. Instead, I delete the conversation and block the number.

" If you feel things are too much to handle, I want you to have an out—a word—that you can say to me, and I will stop immediately.." I tilted my head. I guess that made sense since I had no idea what I was about to get myself into. Even if the thought of Rashid having complete control over me turned me on to no end, it made me feel good that he wanted me to be able to tell him to stop. "Why can't I say 'stop'?" "Sometimes when people say stop, they don't actually mean it." Oh. People really did that sort of thing? I nodded anyway, disregarding my confusion. "What kind of word?"