Where She Went Movie Novels & Stories

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"Where is she now? I'm coming there myself." "She went to a bodega down the street from her apartment. It's not far at all." I hit reverse and drove like a mad man all the way back to Bianca's place.

No one can escape me, unless I want them gone. “Then?” “I asked her where she wanted to go.” “And?” “She threw money on the seat,” his voice shakes, “A lot of money. A call rang on her phone, she switched it off.” Silence falls, “Where did you take her?” “To a motel.” My eyes lift, “What motel?” “I don't remember the name, but I can take you there.” “Good.” The building is barely standing, flickering neon, peeling paint. Broken windows patched with cardboard. The kind of place rats would avoid.

Hillary He didn’t respond. Not a yes or a no. He didn’t want to tell me. I weave through the crowd as we exit the film room. The movie’s over, and I hate that I learned things I never needed to know. Outside, I scan for Ben but can’t find him anywhere. I spot Georgia and Leo and hurry over. Georgia fakes a gag. “That movie made me sick.” “Have you seen Ben?” I ignore her. “No,” she shakes her head. “He must’ve gone to the bathroom. Text him and tell him we’re at the bowling alley.”

Divorce was the only path left. She yelled after me, "George, you're the one who wants this divorce! Don't you dare regret it! Don't think I'll ever beg you like before!" The audacity. She was the one who cheated. She was the one who humiliated me. And yet she still dared to stand there and question me. It was absurd enough that I couldn't help but laugh. … That night, a few close colleagues booked a restaurant and held a farewell dinner for me. Everyone was reluctant to see me go, but once they heard I was moving on to a better future, their sadness gave way to genuine joy.

She pulled the needle out of her arm and headed straight to the courthouse to hand in her documents. Once settled, she headed to the beach. She knelt under the cool drizzle and said, "Mom, I will stay in a place by the sea. I'll always be with you." Her only reply was the sound of the cold breeze. After a long time of kneeling, she wiped her tears and made a call. "Hello, I'd like to arrange a…staged death and rescue." She stuttered, yet with a determined tone, saying, "It'll happen in a month. I want my death to be a murder. I'll arrange for the place of death. I need you to give me a new identity. Once you rescue me, you'll send me abroad."

“We can fight later. She could be dying in some hospital bed, and you want to argue about my past?” That shut him up. At least for the moment. I walked straight to the passerby, ignoring the way my legs trembled with every step. “Excuse me,” I said, my voice softer now, forced calm. “The woman from this car—do you know which hospital they took her to?” The man blinked, dragging his gaze from the wreck to me. “St. Jude’s. It’s the closest. They didn’t waste time.” Relief and dread tangled in my chest again. “Thank you.”

"She visited Desmond last week at his home town." "The asshole." I mutter, moving closer to the bed. "Guess what?" She arches her brows at me. "What?" I stop and unch short from the bed, staring at like whatever she's about to say could save my world. "She's here in Dubai." "The bitch!" She shuts the laptop and jump off the bed. "Where are you going?" I turn around confused. "Hey." She place her hands on my chest pushing me backwards. "I want to pick up a few groceries."

Looking away from the gun to her friend who stood in the doorway with a raised eyebrow she gave her a forced smile. “I didn’t hear you come in,” she breathed deep. “Sorry. Dom said to just come in since Vince wasn’t here,” she shrugged and started walking towards Rebecca. Not wanting her to see the gun, she slammed the drawer shut and stood up quickly rounding the desk. “Let’s go watch a movie,” she suggested grabbing her arm and pulled through the doorway and down the hall.

Ken, confused, follows behind her watching curiously. What’s gotten into her? He wonders. Balancing herself with on hand on the smooth stone edge of the window, she leans out to see where it went; determined not to lose it this time. Suddenly, she notices the Phoenix statue from her dream. Gasping, she steps back losing her footing. Closing her eyes and bracing for impact with the cold hard ground a few feet below, she begins to feel everything swirling again - just like in her dream. Still bracing for impact, she reaches out for anything to steady her, yet suddenly finds herself in Ken's arms – across the room.