They Sent Me Away Novels & Stories

Chapter 69–Kayla’s POV I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall, my fingers digging into the fabric of the bedsheet. Micheal’s words replayed in my head again and again, each time sounding colder and final. He sent me away, not temporarily, not to cool down. He made it clear he was done with me. The realization made my chest hurt. I had always believed he was someone I could bend eventually, someone who would calm down and reconsider. But this time, there was no doubt in his eyes. He had made up his mind.

And that was when the idea struck me. It bloomed slowly, deliciously, in my mind. let my shoulders slump. Let my eyes gloss over. When I looked at him again, I made sure my voice trembled just enough. “My parents want to send me away,” I said softly. “They think Kali’s… special.” His eyes widened in shock. “What? Why would they want to send you away?” I sniffed, turning my face slightly so he could see the moisture gathering in my eyes. “It doesn’t matter. They’ve already made up their minds.”

"That's what I thought." They never cease to show me just how low they could always go. How shameless they were. But I was done with them. There was no negotiation. I wanted them out. Immediately. After all, the article claimed I already sent them out of the house like a heartless and ungrateful bitch. "Leave nothing behind!" "What is going on here?" The voice cut through the chaos like a blade. Trevor. I turned. Slowly. Refusing to flinch.

I looked at her coldly and said each word clearly. "Joanna, from the moment you tore up our contract and made me get close to Tina, there was nothing left between us other than hate. There is no debt there." I returned the words she had once said to me outside my apartment. "Ms. Shaw, have you forgotten? I'm nothing but a stray you brought home. How could a stray ever be worthy of you?" "You..." Joanna's face instantly turned pale. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

" I had just arrived home, but Dad was already rushing to kick me out, refusing to listen to my explanations. I ended up dragging my unopened suitcases with me and left the house. However, I didn't go back to Travis. Instead, I blocked all the ways he could contact me.

For seven years, I've been dating Celeste Monroe, a CEO who never keeps her promises. Every time we make plans, she's either late or doesn't show up at all. The first time, her newly hired male assistant, Grady Keller, lost an important contract. I waited at the restaurant until closing, had my food reheated three times, and never heard a word from her. The second time, Grady called to say he was lost. Celeste was already downstairs when she got the call, but I sat through the entire movie without ever seeing her. After that, whenever Celeste and I had plans alone, Grady would suddenly have some kind of emergency. She would disappear without a word, then laugh it off afterward and promise

I calmly blocked them and deleted their contacts. After I was discharged, I went home. A thin layer of dust had settled over the furniture. Ron hadn't been back. I packed my things and filed a petition with the pack Elders to leave. I walked away without looking back, leaving behind a place that held nothing worth staying for.

I reached out, taking his hand in both of mine, and squeezed it softly. "I don't blame you," I said, keeping my voice gentle. "When I was sent away, I thought I did something wrong. I thought maybe I wasn't good enough, and that if I just tried harder, you would all finally see me and want me around. But now I realize that it wasn't that I wasn't good enough. It was that Nysa and Caroline made sure I was kept away, locked out on purpose."

With spring break approaching, a post offering a cash reward went viral on our campus message board. [Offering $500 for a travel itinerary that will help me spend $20,000 in seven days.] The poster had even added a note. [I need to spend most of it, because if I don’t, then my parents, my brother, and my childhood best friend Ethan will think that I didn’t enjoy myself.] Someone in the comments asked why all four of them were funding her vacation. She posted four screenshots of bank transfers. [Because they didn’t check with each other first, and each sent me $5,000.] The comments were full of people telling her how lucky she was. I recognized that profile picture immediately. The pe

he replied matter-of-factly. "I sent you away, Bellamy. Three months ago. I wasn't kind about it." "You sent me away on a Tuesday." He shrugged. "I called on Sunday." I exhaled slowly, and the last bit of tension drained from my body. "Thank you, Bellamy," I said softly. "Really." He nodded once and reached over to turn the heater up another notch. His phone buzzed in the cup holder. Then again. And again. He ignored it. On the fourth buzz I glanced down at the screen.