Three Years After They Abandoned Me Novels & Stories

"I confronted them and they were not happy. After a lot of fights, which seem new to them since I was a good boy, they decided to reveal the truth to me. They told me my mother abandoned me immediately at an orphanage home after giving birth to me. They also revealed that my mother has been here some few weeks ago as she is trying to claim me. For a second, I wished she could be dead. How would she forget her son for 20years? After that day, a lot of things started happening. I was no longer the nerdy and lovely boy I used to be. My spirit has died down, loneliness feeling my void, making me want to look further into my path. The longing for a relationship with others starts to set in. The f

Jenny turned to me without warning and said, "Peter, if you stop being jealous and stop provoking Ronald, I can forgive your three-year disappearance. I'm willing to give you another chance. "I want to have a child that belongs to us." I said nothing, trying to catch Ellie's and Maisie's attention through the crowd. In the end, Ellie came after Maisie, moving right toward me.

I whispered, more to myself than to them, “I have no choice.” For the first time in seven years, I was going back to the people who abandoned me. “ Let’s go! I will take you to grandmas…”

she asked but right now I wasn't and I could not even talk or nod my head to respond to her. I thought that the public should have forgotten everything by now, but it just seemed as if I was the subject of their morning and night news. It's been four good months since I left home and abandoned everything once again. I cut contact with everyone including my parents whom I would never forgive for ruining my life once again.

“You even climb onto the driver’s bench to play pitiful? Want Grandmother to think you’ve suffered, to earn her sympathy? If you can’t face us without that sour face, then walk. Walk the whole way back and think hard—what are you now?” He dropped the curtain. His voice cracked like a whip: “Drive.” The old driver hesitated—then obeyed. The convoy rolled forward, leaving me kneeling in the snow, wind stabbing through my clothes, freezing into my bones. But inside, I was calm. Three years ago, I had already been abandoned by the one I trusted most. The night I fell from the tower, I lost my name, my pride, my future. I had suffered already. Today was only repetition.

Then, they closed the bedroom door. Once the door closed, the smiles on Katherine and my father's faces instantly dissipated. Katherine lifted my blanket, reached out, and pinched my thigh. "Bitch, you really are something! You finally got pregnant with Austin's child after three years of marriage, but I can't believe you would dare to abort it! You're simply asking for death, aren't you?"

I closed my eyes trying to chase away the disappointed look he had on his face at that time. "So, one day I went to their room to put back the book I was done reading only to find it empty. They took most of their clothes and the money they stacked away. I remember how I stood in their room for hours not knowing what to do. They abandoned me. My parents left me behind, they abandoned their ten-year-old child."

“No, we aren’t. Because i know you still think that i abandoned you. And Mateo and now, he can’t even have a father because i’m married. The truth is i fucked up, i know and i was scared. I was a coward” “Three years or more. That was when i had the opportunity to leave. It was like i was living in some sort of canyon or a jungle where i had to feed on the wild or whatever travelers could spare. My legs didn’t get better until that three years where i met this doctor that was on his way into America too and he helped me” His words came out softly.

I took a deep breath. "I was abandoned by my parents when I was 14 years old. They left me in these woods in a small house. It was a place we would frequent, like a summer home. One day everything was fine, the next, I saw how panic they were. They quickly packed some of our things and left in the middle of the night. I constantly asked what was wrong and what happened, but I was always met with silence. They stayed with me for an hour or so, hugging and kissing on me. I still remember their faces before they left. My mother had tears streaming down her face. My father had to practically pry her off me. He, too, couldn't look away and shedded tears. They whispered their "I love yous" to me,

His lonely silhouette resembled a solitary sword that could snap at any moment. “Get out.” He seemed to sense someone behind him. Without turning around, he spoke in a hoarse, icy voice. “I've already said that no one is allowed in here.” I looked at him, and a memory flashed through my mind. Three years ago, he abandoned me alone in a bandits' hideout for the sake of his cousin, Sharon Cook. Back then, I would have cried and been devastated. Now, I felt nothing. I mimicked the way I used to speak and breathe, then called softly, “Adrian.”