U Driving Me Crazy Novels & Stories

Right now I'm pissed, and if she knows what's good for her, she'll stay the hell away from me! I head for the private garage and hop in my Corvette, before I speed to the one person responsible for my misery, that I can blame. Heavy metal is blaring through my speakers, matching my dark mood. I'm not really paying attention to what's playing, but it doesn't matter. It's pumping adrenaline through my body and only fueling my rage.

“Make me feel it. Make me forget everything except destroying them.” Derek growled, slamming into her harder. The wet slap of skin and the rhythmic banging of the dryer filled the audio. “That Kane bastard took everything from me. When we get out, I’m going to fuck his pretty little wife in front of him. Make her scream my name while he watches.”

I could feel every bit of the frustration rush through me with a wave of adrenaline as I took it out on the car I was driving— driving it at an insane speed as if I wanted an accident. It was all hard, the more I tried to convey my thoughts from my heart to my brain it seemed very difficult or rather it came off frustrating, so I just . . . went on trying to shove my thoughts down with music. The voice on the radio trailed me out as I continued driving out into the evening slowly as Sia's unstoppable played from the car radio. I leaned against the wheel as I drove, all I felt at that moment was an extreme dislike for the situation I was in.

She no longer had doubts. The feelings she dragged out were of Mrs Cole and Chloe. Her mind was now like a blank canvas. She was ready to fill it with the colours she wanted. Surprisingly for her,it hadn't taken her days to forget about them and forge ahead in life. The trunk had been shut tight and Lorenzo had gotten behind the wheel. Barista was about to open the door for her when they both heard a high-pitched voice screaming from the direction of the house. "Sister, please wait. Don't go. I know I'm wrong but please don't take it out on our poor mom. She's dying because of you."

I snapped sarcastically. “Really sorry. I was distracted. I’ll be more careful now.” “Whatever! Just drive!” I made the sign of the cross. I’d had strong black coffee earlier, so my nerves were shot. A few moments later, Sven scratched his head and started driving again. But instead of calming me, I got even more annoyed. “Sven, seriously? What is this car—a funeral hearse? Don’t drive so slow! And why is our music I Will Never Forget? Son of a—!”

" I stared at the man in amazement. Did he really think I'm here for- "I don't see why someone as good looking like you would be doing this, just let her go man." "Listen, bro. I think you're misunderstanding everything. I don't have any interest in these sort of things. I told you I'm here driver, why would I lie?" I couldn't believe it, I had accepted my fate being a mere driver. ,"Just go sir, I don't want to have to call for backup." "What's going on here?" I heard the crazy woman's voice.

Gotta figure out how to handle that old hag. That was the final entry. Not a single kind word about me. Not one. A laugh slipped out—cold, twisted. My face warped as I hurled the diary back into the hidden compartment. For my mother. For my child. I would never forgive them. I grabbed my phone and dialed. "Ruth, I've made up my mind. I want to go to Havain with you." A gasp exploded on the other end. "Oh my God, Lori! You finally came to your senses. I've been telling you forever—Joffrey is trash. Stay put, I'm booking a flight right now. I'll pick you up tomorrow night."

so I snatched the pen from his hands making him frown. "What the hell is wrong with you sugar.." I glare at him, "exactly my question what the hell is wrong with you, can't you sit quite for sometime.. you are driving me crazy.." and that jerk smirked.. "well there are many other ways via which I can drive you crazy babe.." he said in a suggestive tone and I face palmed myself.

“What! You want me to drive?” “Yup.” “Are you insane? You didn’t even ask if I can drive a race car!” I smirk at her. “I don’t need to ask. I know you can.” “How—how could you possibly know that?!” “Because you're stubborn,” I explain while flicking switches on the dash. “And stubborn people don’t brake; they win.” She stares at me like I've grown two heads. The flag lady raises her arm, getting ready. Meeka whispers urgently, “Slade... this is insane—”

I get over the trance when she closes her eyes and tightens her lips to a line and regains my frivolousness and withdraws from her. "Don't get flattered crazy, you're not my type, so I could never kiss you" I tease her with a serious tone. She scoffs and takes a step forward, so her breath is directly at my chest. "Fucker" she curses under her breath. "Just fuck off already, I've got work to do" she walks inside. Oh my God, she just called me a fucker. Someone just called Danny Seth a fucker. My fuse arises and I rush inside my car and zoom off.