They Sent Me Away Novels & Stories

He took one last glance at me and just like that - Zoom. They drove off. The cold wind blew its chill breeze into my pores, sending shivers down my spine. My breath became ragged, my eyes stinged with tears. I could barely hold myself upright. "I'm sorry, Ms. You'd have to leave now. The boss doesn't want your services anymore."

Ariane had always known when Kael was slipping away. It wasn’t something dramatic—no shouting, no slammed doors, no declarations of finality. Kael had never been that kind of man. When he withdrew, it happened quietly, like the tide receding before a storm. Tonight, she felt it in the way he didn’t look back. She stood near the edge of the courtyard long after the others had gone, watching his broad back disappear into the keep. His stride was purposeful now, sharp with urgency—not for the pack, not for duty.

"The Hardens. They’re gone. The movers were there all morning. Jeremy’s dad got a job in the city, and they had to leave right away. I saw the car pull out around noon." The world went silent. The carnival music sounded like it was coming from underwater. "Gone? But... he said six o'clock. He said he’d be here." "I’m sure it was a whirlwind, dear," she said, reaching out to pat my hand. "Moving is a mess. I'm sure he wanted to say goodbye." I stood there for a long time after she walked away. The term for it hit me then. Stood up. I’d been stood up by a boy who didn't even live here anymore. A boy who promised he’d know me anywhere.

His voice filled my ear, sounding incredibly worried, frantic, and deep. The moment I heard his voice, the last bit of my strength disappeared. I slumped against the rough bark of the tree and broke down, crying loudly into the phone. "They’re sending me away, Michael," I sobbed, the words tumbling out of my mouth in a big, messy rush. "They’re sending me to Africa tomorrow morning. They called me a disgrace. They called me horrible names. They told me I’m sick and that they want to put me in a rehab clinic. Michael, I’m so scared. I couldn't stay there. I ran away. I'm out on the street right now."

But mine was for the classified program. They had never bothered to ask what the difference was. They simply assumed I'd come home during every break. They had used a lie to make one choice for me. This time, I would make my own. I pressed Confirm. They thought this would be like every other argument we'd ever had. They thought I'd get angry, cool down, and eventually come back. But this time, they were going to lose me for good.

I had always been terrible with directions. The moment I stepped outside my familiar neighborhood, I could lose my bearings completely. My fiancé insisted that after we got married, we'd move to the suburbs, so I needed to learn how to find my way around on my own. For six months, he repeatedly dropped me off in unfamiliar places and watched me break down in tears as I wandered in circles. Tonight, as a torrential storm battered the city and the old waterfront industrial district prepared to close for construction, he left me at its entrance with a map marked with incorrect exits. "Find your way to the parking garage, and I'll consider your training complete." I followed the street sig

Nathan Caldwell has a rule: anything he lends out has to be returned personally. So every item his ex-girlfriend left behind when she moved out, he returned himself. An old umbrella meant a three-hour drive. A book meant taking half a day off work. An earring meant a flight out of state. It's been five years. She still hasn't finished collecting what she left at my house. Then my mother is hospitalized after an asthma attack. I'm stuck working late, so I ask Nathan to stay with her overnight and keep an eye on her oxygen monitor. He says yes. At two in the morning, he takes a phone call and leaves. He doesn't come back until the next day. "Camille said she forgot a pair of glasses

Again. Three months ago, when Tina sent me to the darkest place of mental misery, I had to leave. That was the last straw I could take before all the cold calm exterior I had layered over the pain would shatter violently. And I did not want anyone to see me shatter. So, I left. I went back to my place in my city and stayed there. I took a leave from work, which they easily gave me because I was way too valuable for them to refuse.

I got in the cab, he floored the pedal to the metal. “Hey El, this is Jenna, it’s my new number. I’m headed towards the highway and will catch you up in morning. Be ready for me, hope you listen to this as soon as you wake up, if not then I’ll be throwing your phone off the building,” As I finished recording the message I hit the ‘send' button on a lighter note. As the ‘message has been sent’ notification popped up, I shut my eyes down in a bit of relaxation, this was it. I was done getting treated like a stray pet and I was going away from him, far away from him forever. I was better off him.

"The portal closes in five minutes, hopefully you can both get back in time" When the men disappear and I'm left alone, my fears return tenfold. I can't hide the tremors that moves through my body, nor the cold sweats and goose bumps that climb my skin. "Relax child. If I wanted to hurt you, they couldn't stop me" She tells me annoyed going into her jars and lathering my thigh with her medicine. "Why did you send them away?" "Because they were a nuisance and I need you to listen to me. You need to leave here"