They Sent Me Away Novels & Stories

INKA'S POV I felt numb. Hollow in a way that was hard to put into words. Like someone had reached into my chest and scooped out the part of me that was still holding onto hope that this would end differently. Alpha Graham was sending me away. Shipping me off to the pack mansion like a problem that needed to be stored somewhere out of sight until the adults figured out what to do with it. I had thought this compound was starting to feel like somewhere I belonged. I was wrong about that too, apparently.

And I didn’t even get a chance to talk to my other brothers, who were already gone so early in the morning. They’d planned the whole thing to get rid of me. I don’t understand why. I love them. I thought they loved me. I suppose I was wrong. A lump forms in my chest that feels as heavy as lead. Why did they send me away? *** I jolt awake with a start, and my head clunks back down against the cold, hard floor. Even with that stark reminder, it takes a beat to remember where I am. But it’s not hard with the darkness and the stale, musty air.

Roman didn’t stall again. I heard he cut off contact with Cassia completely and took back the DeLuca-owned apartment she had been living in. None of that had anything to do with me anymore. On the day the divorce became final, the Marlowe Institute sent me my work badge and flight ticket. Destination: Geneva. My parents took me to the airport on the day I left. At the gate, my father hugged me longer than usual and told me not to apologize for wanting a larger life. My mother tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and said, "Call when you land, not because you're weak, but because you're loved."

Together, they walked back toward the laughter waiting for them. Years earlier, they had sent her away believing she was the end of a story. They never imagined she would become its beginning. The End

Their usual polished and fashionista personas had all gone down the drain. After I signed the documents, I left the group chat in front of them. A system message stating, 'Madison Ziegler left,' was displayed on all their screens. "Don't ever let me see you again," I warned. Then, I put my phone in my pocket and sauntered out of the court. The sun felt warm on my face as I basked in the relief of having completely severed ties with these so-called best friends. I was now renting a luxury one-bedroom apartment near my company.

It requires a couple of moments after the boat vanishes for me to acknowledge what I had done. I stagger off the table, totally depleted. As I fall, I mumble, "I sent them, I sent them..." Out of the dimness, I hear somebody inquire, "Where did you send them?" I reply with a frail grin all over. "I sent them home."

But in my reality, despair engulfed me, knowing there was no one to whom I could confide my final thoughts. Then, his number caught my eye as I scrolled through W******p. The mysterious man who had helped and teased me in equal measure. Despite his playful nature, there was a genuine kindness in his actions that I couldn't ignore. And with the weight of my diagnosis heavy on my shoulders, I felt an intense desire to meet him before it was too late. Without hesitation, I composed a message and sent it to him: "Thanks to you, I finally broke up with Alfred. Since I’m single again, will you come to meet me tonight?"

I had to find a way to escape, to go back to the life I had before. “Now get out.” He said and i scurried away. Angry, Embarrassed and humiliated

I wish them both a good life. I rubbed my stomach. “ We're going away my sweet child. Where people won't know us. Away... From all the problems of the world.”

I spoke into the thin air addressing each one of them. “Okay, boss!” They stood still and waved me farewell but I couldn't place if it was a farewell that they missed me or they were happy that I was embarrassed. They tossed me outside of the building, chorusing their words in one accord, “Stay out here until your attention is needed.” “Fuck! I hate it here.” I screamed out with mixed feelings of pain and betrayal. I hurriedly hopped right into my car, starting up the ignition to grab a cup of coffee at the nearest store just to calm my nerves down a little bit.