Three Years After They Abandoned Me Novels & Stories

It’s been three years since I left everything behind. Three years since I made the choice to disappear without a trace, to escape a life that threatened everything I was trying to protect. I never imagined how different life would be when I moved abroad, how much it would change me. But somehow, I made it work.

But his rejection proved an entire new point in this relationship. Images from seven years ago poured in front of my eyes. Several events of people leaving me because they didn’t want me slipped before my eyes. My mom, dad, Nick, and now Ethan. All my life I was abandoned by people I loved. No one could love me back like the way I did. And now, Ethan left me too, again. I laid there on the floor until my sobs mellowed down. I got up from the floor and straightened my dress. As I couldn’t stay there for any longer, I grabbed the door and opened it. Without any second thought, I left the party.

I wished I could tell her one more time how much I loved her and how important she was to me. “You are the only one I have now, you are the only one I love and want, please don't leave me, don't ever run away from me, please,” the bastard said amid sobbing. We were both broken and as it stands we only had each other against the rest of the world. I raised my hand to wipe his tears so he could look straight into my eyes. **** Nick's POV It's been three days since we left the hospital. We have been hiding out in a small hut that I made in the woods far away from where anyone can see us or so I thought.

he mumbled the last part beneath his breath. Choosing to ignore his words, Zynah turned her gaze to the window. She let down the glass and allowed the cool breeze kiss her face. He said he would love to see her hearty smile someday, when she, herself, didn't know if she would ever be able to do that anymore. Not only her trust in men was broken, but her whole life was complicated. She had a son whom she abandoned for three years and a husband whom she ran away from. • "Mum!" Ramlah's voice was laced with worry as she called and rushed towards her parents' room.

My voice cracks instantly, forcing me to stop. The apartment stays silent. No pressure. No interruptions. Just three girls waiting patiently because they care about me far more than I deserve. And somehow that’s what finally breaks me. I inhale shakily before forcing myself to look up at them. “I was abandoned when I was three,” I say quietly. Their faces immediately soften further. “I don’t remember a lot before foster care,” I continue, fingers twisting together in my lap, “just pieces. Mostly feelings.” My throat tightens painfully.

It was ok for them to all turn their back on me and kick me to the curb but yet again I was meant to do what they wanted me to. Nothing had changed in thirteen god damn years. They all still thought I was just another old lady to be bossed around. But I wasn't anyone's old lady, I never had been. And the sooner they realised it the better. I speared him with my eyes. Thirteen years ago these men had thrown me out, for thirteen years I had been on my own, family less apart from the family I had made around me. They had no right to try and tell me what to do with my life now. “Ruin will just have to get over it, won’t he. As soon as Parker is home we are leaving.”

Sweet Lord, this is gonna be so awkward. It's been three years since I last saw him and Monique. After finding out that my own bestfriend betrayed me, I decided to transfer to another section so I wouldn't see her again. I avoided them like the plague and somehow, I managed to not see them again. Thankfully, Irah went to study in another country and Monique suddenly vanished into thin air and I never heard from her again. I heard she ran away from home and dropped out, but I didn't care enough to find out. I was able to finish and achieve my dream as a nurse like my mother.

Anytime I want to have a baby, I end up losing it no matter how hard I try to keep it. No matter how careful and slow I was, I still ended up losing my child. I wanted nothing but to have Garold’s child since I was his wife. But nothing was working. It’s been five fucking years and I haven’t heard from Gerard. He ran away and abandoned me in my misery. I hate him so much and I wish he will die and rot in misery for leaving me. That’s what he did eight years ago while I was ten. He is always disappearing and gone for so long, no one sees him.

Grayson “It doesn’t look that evil and intimidating,” Thomas joked. “I don’t like it,” Abby said softly, and I put my arm around her. “It’s still so far away,” Rose lamented. “At least it’s something new to look at,” Cat mumbled. It took us another three days trudging through the soupy sand to actually get there, and when we did, it appeared to be abandoned. “I don’t think anyone is home,” Rose said. “I hope we’re in the right place.”

Or my emotions at that. None of that mattered. My heart grew heavy, but I refused to cry. Not anymore. Instead, wiggled myself free of her grip, and just started to walk off. Twenty three years of my life, I'd barely been happy. Even before marriage, Trish never ceased to remind me that my mom abandoned me for dad. Dad never loved me either. My step cousin hated me like I was the worst thing to ever happen. I endured that for twenty years, hoping that in marriage it would change.