U Driving Me Crazy Novels & Stories

My heart pounded as the tinted window lowered slightly. “What the hell?!” I yelled, anger and nerves spilling out. “Do you not know how to drive? You almost killed me, you idiot!” No answer. Just silence. My hands trembled as I stepped closer, glaring. “Whoever you are, you need to open your damn eyes instead of speeding like a maniac...” I cursed. Yes. This was me, whenever I get frustrated and confused. "Move away!" I barked. Then my gaze fell on the license plate.

I’ve got a long drive ahead of me, so I blare the playlist I made last night to destress on the drive, knowing I’d be about at the end of my rope by the time the wedding was over. I’m about halfway through my drive, trying like hell to figure out where I’m supposed to turn and pissed because there’s no fucking cell service in whatever podunk town I’ve found myself in. Right when I don’t think this day can get any worse, I hear the sound that every driver dreads—a loud pop that has me swerving all over the damn road as I try to get my car under control. “Fucking hell!” I yell, pulling over to the side.

"Just this once. I swear I'll be the perfect driver from now on. I'll never be late, I'll never bring her near the car, and I'll do whatever you want." His voice dropped very low, so low that only I could hear it. But every single word that came out of his mouth was so profoundly delusional it was almost funny. I stared at him for a few seconds, and then I actually laughed out loud. "Hayden, where do you get the nerve to say something like that to me?" Hayden stiffened. Panic flashed through his eyes, and he instinctively threw a nervous glance back at Casey. "Ms. Gray." Hayden panicked, lowering his voice even further. "Please keep it down…"

’’ I said and left the cabin before he could say anything. ‘‘I don't fight with her, she fight with me.’’ He shouted and I laughed seeing him at the door. I took the private elevator and reached the parking lot. My driver came forward but I waved him bye and drove the car by myself. I was driving peacefully on the road, faint music playing in the background. I know this song, it's 'Cruel summer' by Taylor swift. Suddenly a car hit the back of my car as I jolted forward. ‘‘What the—’’ a second hit my car and next second I realized who this is. I pressed my foot on the accelerator and sped up my car.

"Let's go" says Lexi, " I will pay the bill, you call the Uber." I giggle, "I'm drunk, I will pay the bill, you had better call the Uber!" Lexi laughs, "Yes, you're right!" Twenty minutes later we are in the back seat of the Uber heading for my apartment. The Uber driver is a Chatty Cathy and never shuts up, very annoying. Lexi and I cannot get a word in edgewise and virtually say nothing the entire trip home.

Cricket “Don’t even think about it, asshole!” I yelled at the motorist attempting to merge into our lane. My Uber driver flinched and covered his right ear. “Don’t take your hand off the wheel, you’re gonna let him in! Don’t let him in!”

another apologizes and they ledve. Holy shit.

The receptionist helped me by wheeling my luggage to her car to avoid any suspicion before I finally left. My heart was beating so hard as I left. Once any of his men see me, I'm doomed, but luckily, they didn't. I drove away, I didn't know where I was going, but I just kept driving. “Fuck you, Edward!” I cursed as I drove. Suddenly it started raining. “Great, just great,” I said sarcastically as I continued driving. I came to a screeching stop when I noticed a car parked in front of me, blocking me from going any further. My brows creased and I started honking, signalling him to move the fuck off the road. I'm running from a fucking psychopath I need to hurry.

I was the news now. The Uber ride was a solid thirty minutes of hell on four wheels. The driver was young. Maybe mid-twenties, with a patchy beard and a ball cap turned backwards like he was in some mid-life crisis music video. The car smelled like pine-scented air freshener and something faintly greasy, like old fries forgotten in a fast-food bag. “Crazy shit, huh?” he said as we pulled onto the highway. I kept my gaze on the window. “What?”

Adrian said as he stood up from the chair and left his father’s office. He was pissed, confused and angry. He could have never imagined his day to go that way. He had been annoyed by his younger brother, his youngest sister and had a marriage thrust at him all in one day. He tried to calm his mind down as he drove down the street. In his anger, he didn’t even realize how far he was driving; he didn’t realize he was moving towards his resting place, where he came to where the real world seemed too stressful.