They Sent Me Away Novels & Stories

Finally, I could not hold back the laughter, even though tears were streaming down my face. I sent two messages back. To Walter: [She’ll never have my blessing. I hope she and her mom end up in the inferno.] To Matthias: [Why don't you ask Mom to forgive you instead?] After sending those, I blocked them and erased all their contact information. I grabbed my suitcase, took one last look at the memory-filled villa, turned around, and walked away without a backward glance. I had dealt with everything that mattered. I had nothing left to hold onto now.

Sprawled in the bed and as she saw me, she ran to hug me. “K tried to rea h you but J couldn’t.” “I know, baby girl, I know and I am sure that you weren’t able to rea h me when you needed to.” “They are sending me away.” “To where?” “Outside the country.” “Then we go together.” ◆◆◆◆ MELODY’S POV: That is insane. Maybe I had given it too much thought to the point that it doesn’t make sense t me any more.

And being expelled equals to me leaving the Academy and going home. Going home was the last thing on my mind. I hadn't given it much thought, and I didn't want to. Since I left, no one had called, no news on the radio mentioned my disappearance, and I hadn't seen a missing person poster. Perhaps they were happy that 'the freak' was finally gone. I wouldn't be surprised if they were celebrating.

" They hopped in their car and peeled out, leaving me alone outside the venue. The wind bit into me. I tugged my coat closer and waved down a cab home. All my stuff had been thrown outside, dumped across the doorstep like garbage. The maid looked sorry as she said, "Mr. and Mrs. Swain told me you have to leave and never come back." I didn't charge in to yell at them. I just packed up quietly, then walked away with my things. That very night, I got on a plane out of town, heading to a hidden research base run by the National Space Agency. Just before I left, I texted everyone, "I, Wanda Swain, am officially done with the Swains for good and by choice."

Then, after a while, he sent me a single text. "Apologize to Nina, or don't expect me to forgive you." A bitter laugh slipped from my lips. Fine then. I didn't need his forgiveness. I left the house keys on the table, grabbed my suitcase, and walked out the door. The home I had once loved so much, the place I had built my dreams around—leaving it behind, all I felt was relief. My phone buzzed with countless messages. Some wished me a bright future, some wished me peace and happiness. Others even joked about me giving birth to a litter of wolf pups with the Storm Pack's Alpha.

“I can’t do this.” I left with everything that belonged to me. It was the home I’d known for years, but I felt no regret leaving it behind. The things that had happened within its walls left a permanent scar inside me. I refused to let them ruin me anymore. There was no other way. This was the right decision, and I would never regret it. Before I drove away, my phone pinged. It was an email from Felix. Opening it, I frowned when I saw it had been filtered to the spam folder.

I say “Don’t push it, I’m sorry for everything I’ve done to you, it’s just something I can’t control” “Then don’t.” I say to him and walk away. I thought he got the message but I sent the wrong one. I was supposed to be done with him, what the hell was I doing, I sprint out of there as soon as possible to try and get away from him before I could say anything I would regret.

However, the hands that once shielded me were the very ones that cast me into the abyss. As they dragged me away, I pushed with all my might on a small button hidden in my sleeve. The token from Xavier was in my hand, his parting words haunting me–"This is your last chance." This was the chance he provided for me for the rest of my life!

Chapter 5 ❈─────≪ °❀° ≫─────❈ Natalie ❈─────≪ °❀° ≫─────❈ They sent me home after the statement, not gently or kindly; just dismissed. By the time I reached my apartment building, my eyes were swollen and my throat burned from holding back tears. The only thing louder than the echo of my footsteps in the hallway was one terrifying thought: has Mama seen the news yet?

I asked helplessly, "Tell me, why am I a tramp? What did I do?" They took a few steps back, looking at me in disgust. They said to the security guard who just arrived, "Take her away." I was once again escorted by guards. I dejectedly left the building when my phone beeped. The severance compensation had arrived in my bank account. I called Zach, failing to stop my tears. Once he picked up, I cried and said, "It happened again. I don't understand why! Why are they doing this to me? I didn't do anything."