The Last House On Needless Street Novels & Stories

I saw them on their usual spot on the cafeteria, nervous but I'm much nervous for what might could have happen to Charlie. "Enzo" I called, all of their eyes turned to me. "Yes?" Enzo answered. "I just need to ask this, Charlie haven't been back since she came with you and earlier. You came back without her" Enzo frowned a bit. "She's not back yet?" He asked back, that made me more nervous. I shook my head, I'm already trembling. He stood up the same time my phone rang, I looked at it to see it was Jax. I nearly forgot about him. I immediately answered his call to ask for help.

He nods his head and I move up the stairs, but when I reach the third floor instead of going to my room in the left wing I go to the right wing of the house where our small clinic is located. I head down the long wide hallway till I find his office and knock on the big wooden door. "Come in," Dr. Hart's muffled voice calls from the other side. When he sees me he stands from his chair and makes his way around his desk to shake my hand. Dr. Hart has been the house doctor for the last few years after his dad passed away with a heart attack and he took over. He's only a few years older than I am and is incredibly intelligent. He has done amazing work around here and I am very grateful for him.

Mom opened the sketchbook, glanced at it, and started ripping. Hard. The sharp tear of paper filled the room. "No! Mom, don't!" I lunged for her, but my hands cut through empty air. I dropped to the floor, shaking, staring at the scraps everywhere. I couldn't even cry anymore. When the sketchbook was shredded, Mom stood there, catching her breath. Then she walked out and shut the door behind her. Leaving me alone with the torn pages. *** Mom's phone rang again. The driver. He begged her not to call the cops. Said he'd pay whatever it took.

I paused before adding, "Even if there were, it wouldn't change a thing, because a leopard cannot change its spots. Evan, I only hope that for the remainder of our days, we never cross paths again." I started walking again. My strides were steady and resolute as I headed toward the boundless horizon that awaited me. I never looked back. In my wake, Evan remained on his knees beneath the blazing hues of the twilight sky, crying his eyes out. He would be trapped in his memories and guilt for the rest of his life, forever beyond redemption.

At the best age of my life, they drove me to end it in the most devastating way possible. By the time they left the funeral home, the sky was beginning to lighten. The snow was still falling. It had piled thick on the ground, and every step crunched beneath their feet, a sound that matched the fractured rhythm of their breaking hearts. Back at home, the dinner dishes were still on the table, the food long cold. The holiday gift cards still sat on the coffee table, their bright colors now painful to look at. The home that had once felt warm was nothing but cold and silent now.

“Ain’t no way in hell.” That old Explorer looks like it barely survived the ‘90s. Dented. Rusted. People really got into that car? I shake my head and walk into the kitchen. The house is still a disaster. I need help. Real help. Not agencies. Someone whos trustworthy. Someone recommended. I even consider calling Jeff offering him more money, because I’ve never seen my house this bad. I clean what I can. Separate clothes. Straighten counters. Do the bare minimum. Later, I order DoorDash, eat, shower, and collapse into bed.

The endless blaring of car horns from rush hour rang in my ears. My father, Michael Stern, was already unconscious, laying in the lap of my mother, Edith Christian. We were stuck at an intersection. Outside the car window, my husband's colleague, Francis Light, in a police uniform, was looking at me icily. He said, "Everyone is stuck here. If I were to clear a path just for you, others would call it a misuse of power. Daphne, are you just trying to get me in trouble?"

"Why would a respected professor assault someone like that? What, is she blind to her own condition?" "A compulsive gambler isn't a good person. The police should really investigate her." "This housekeeper is terrifying. No one will dare hire her again." "So this whole performance was just to scam money to pay off loan sharks?" Just as netizens were verbally tearing into the mother and daughter, the paternity test results came out. A staff member named Evan Brooks walked into the hall, holding the report. When he looked up and saw the nude photos, he awkwardly lowered his head.

Over the next few days, I decided to avoid running into Lesley as much as possible. However, when I got home from work one evening, I noticed that her door was wide open, and she was moving things out. When she saw me, her eyes lit up. "Phil, could you help me move a few things?" It turned out that tomorrow was Saturday, and she needed to visit her parents tonight and bring back some things. Joe was working late and wouldn't be home anytime soon, so she couldn't wait for him to help.

I wasn't as exceptional, but I had earned a decent reputation at the broadcasting station. Pretty much everyone assumed we were meant to be. No one realized the one he really cared about was the girl who had gone back to her hometown—his childhood sweetheart and the housekeeper's daughter, Celia Smith. "Don't go quiet on us. Is there some kind of misunderstanding? Don't do anything rash. I really think Sam cares about you…" Mr. Jameson babbled. "Alright, that's enough. Go somewhere else, would you?" Mr. Hall cut Mr. Jameson off before he could finish.