Tell Me To Stop Novels & Stories

Ryder Lila swallowed hard. Her voice came out small and shaky. “But I can’t help it. I can’t—” “You have to!” I cut in, louder than I meant to. My eyes widened as the words rushed out. “Please. You know it can never work between us.” She stood up slowly. Her movements were careful, like she was afraid the floor might crack under her. “Why not?” I shifted back instinctively. “Stop, Lila.” I shook my head and raised my hand, palm out, taking a step away from her. “Just… fucking stop. Fuck!” The word tore out of me sharper than I intended. It echoed in the quiet room.

“I’m where I want to be.” His breathing shifted. Barely. But I could feel it. I chose my words carefully before I said them, rolling them around in my mind to make sure they were mine. Not a reaction. Not heat-filled babble. Purpose. “I want you to keep going,” I told him. “Don’t stop because you think I can’t handle it. Stop because you want to.”

Since my lies couldn’t get rid of him, perhaps the truth would. “Maybe you’re right; maybe I lied and I don’t know him, but guess what?” I hiccuped, paused, and then continued. “I never asked you to talk to me, so I’d advise you to stop now.” He scoffed: “Yes, sure, I’d stop. I don’t want to be anywhere near a loser like you, anyway.”

He couldn't finish the sentence. "Okay you know what? Let me do something real quick." I changed my voice to become way calmer. "Tell me not to go." I said, and took a little pause after talking. "Tell me you changed your mind. Tell me you don't want me to test this anymore. Tell me—"

one of the other two men said instantly, knowing he was next. Time stopped mattering. If he had said that in the beginning I would not have gone this far. “Stop. Stop. Please,” the third one shouted, his voice shaking so badly it almost did not sound human anymore. “I will talk. I will talk.” I stopped immediately. That is the thing. You need to know when to stop. I turned slowly to him, walking closer until I was standing right in front of him again. “Good,” I said quietly. I crouched slightly, my eyes locking onto his.

I want to hope… That deep down, there is something about me that people can love. “Stop it… Stop it… Stop it stopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopit! Give in already! Quit being so fucking difficult!” The whispers stopped but were replaced by a bunch of angry voices. The airplane in front of me shook because of it but didn’t crash to the ground.

I need all the information so I can make sure it doesn’t happen. “Did you tell mom what you’re planning to do?” I ask freaking out for real. I need to call my mother; she needs to help me stop this. She needs to tell Adira not to go talk to my dad. I need her to get into mean mom mode and stop this.

"Tell me how you feel," "I'm okay,” "That's not a feeling,” "I'm feeling okay," I said again with more force. "Only a bit overwhelmed,” "Maybe we should stop,” I didn't want to stop. I shook my head. “No, you need to keep going,” I said breathlessly. I couldn't quit here or I may never return.

"I want you to take me to the bus stop." "What?"

“Let's not do it again.” “I won't if you don't stop ignoring me.” “Excuse me?” “STOP. IGNORING. ME.”