The Road To Nowhere Leads To Me Novels & Stories

It got worse as they finally got off the main road and began driving on a narrow road which didn't seem to lead to anywhere they should be going. The path was really sandy and Lena could imagine the tires sinking into the sand below as the car kept to the straight road, which was dark and empty. Lena squeezed the photo in her hand, feeling her heart pound in her chest. "Thane." She called softly, fear written all over her face. 'Where the fuck is he taking me to?' she screamed in her mind as she turned to him, watching the side of his face. He remained quiet. Lena inhaled shakily. "Thane, where are we going?" she asked again.

Then I remembered immediately. We were on an untarred road, with no houses as far as the eyes could see, just a stretch of dusty, hazy landscape. Harmattan was thick in the air. Foggy, with thin air that made it almost difficult to breathe deeply. The driver stopped on the side of the road and turned round in his seat to look at me. "Oga. . . " "Yeah, yeah, you want your money, I get it." I brought out some money from my pocket and gave it to him.

Katarina. Now she’d see the ending. My phone buzzed. I flicked it open. UNKNOWN NUMBER. The message was short. “Half a mile out. No tricks. No guns. Everyoone Lives .” I smiled. Too late for that, sweetheart. They think I’ll follow their rules? I leaned back in my seat, chuckling. “Mikey better have those boys ready.” The road narrowed. Hills on both sides. Dust kicked up as our wheels crunched gravel.

I couldn’t do it again. The cab jolted as we hit a pothole, snapping me back into the moment. My gaze darted around, memorizing every turn the van took. The streets blurred together, but I forced myself to remember left at the old gas station, right past the boarded-up bookstore, straight through the underpass. “Where the hell are they going?” I muttered. The driver glanced at me in the mirror, his face tight. “This road leads out of the city. You sure about this?”

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Where I was going to was what I didn't know but one thing I knew was that I was going to run to a place where no one would ever find me. I stood at the roadside for what seemed to look like hours, with no car passing by. I was starting to have a bad feeling about this because from what the Supreme Alpha told me, he said that I was going to be taken to a busy road but looking around me now, this place was more than desolate.

"I mean have you seen any canal or any water channel near....and you might have fallen in that after which you got your trauma or those nightmares." "It's on Millus road." I replied and she started looking at Ethan. Everyone fell silent. "Millus Road?" Dr. Sophia repeated after me. "Are you sure?" She asked and I nodded. "I'm 100% sure Dr.," I reassured her. "I can't forget that place where my life was changed or you can say stopped. I never moved on. Millus is the longest road without any turn or stop. So it's impossible to find a river near that road. I fell silent. I have no other thing to say or ask. She looked at me for some time and wrote something on the medical sheet.

I ask, my voice dropping to a deadly, quiet register. "One last run," he says. His smirk turns feral. "The old ridge road. Just you, me, and the asphalt. You win, and I smash this drive. I let you keep your perfect little life. I lose, and I get the agency contact info. Plus, you walk away from the championship game next week. Let everyone see you crawl." The ridge road. It's a notorious, unlit stretch of highway outside the city limits, full of blind hairpin turns and sheer drops. Two years ago, a kid from a rival school flipped his car there. He never walked again. It's a death trap.

They were just money’s way of gesturing at nature and saying: I have tamed you. She left the house before nine, which was unusual. She drove herself, which was more unusual still. She drove not toward the city and her office at the Ashford Foundation, not toward the club or the gallery opening she was meant to attend that afternoon, but north, up the river road, without any destination at all. She ran out of gas in a town called Millhaven. The gas station on Route 9 was the kind of place that hadn’t updated its signage since the Carter administration. A hand-painted board advertised WORMS – COLD BEER – PROPANE with equal enthusiasm, as if these were equally essential to the human condition.

Occasionally Aiys notices Juna, who is still calm in driving. I'm still trying. Trying to open, Opening a new Eid Enough, me and you Without him!