Why Are You Getting Out From There Because I Have Changed Novels & Stories

I said before getting into my car and drive away. She will stay at my house tonight. I don't want to take her to their house—mansion because I still don't want to see them. Maybe I won't be able to control myself if they say something bad to me, again. Because, I'm not the same person I was before. I changed. And it's because of them. ***

“Because once you hear it… you’ll change your mind about them.” “You’ll come back to me.”

Chapter I get out of the car with the help of some of these guys, but I don't know which one it is, I trip over my own feet as I walk to the other car and get in this one when they ask me to, the way they talk and the treatment changes in tale, I am in the other car this guy are more rude and the car is permeated with a strong smell of tobacco and liquor.

Zara’s fingers tightened in mine. I felt it too. That weight. Because that wasn’t small. That wasn’t just about us. That was everything. “You mean we’re changing outcomes,” she said slowly. “Yes.” The word landed like a shift in gravity. Not dramatic. But undeniable. I exhaled slowly. “Then maybe the outcomes needed changing.” The presence went still. Completely. And for a moment, I thought it might disappear. Withdraw. Reset. But it didn’t. Instead…. It leaned closer.

“It is.” --- His eyes narrowed slightly. --- “Why?” --- Because if I told you everything— You might not look at me the same way again. --- Because you might realize exactly what I came here to do. --- Because you might hate me. --- “Because it changes things,” I said instead. --- “Things have already changed.” --- He wasn’t wrong. --- I exhaled slowly. Then— “I wasn’t just part of that pack.” --- His gaze sharpened. --- “I told you that.”

“You seem to be getting more confident as the days go by” “What can I say? Change is constant” “Leave my presence “ “With all pleasure!” I huff as I spin around and exit the living room. Henceforth, i'm not going to be taking any more of her shit.

This question slipped away from my mouth but I was going to ask it anyway. She raised her eyebrow in solid confusion, "So I can't wear it?" "Of course, you can, but why tonight?" I specified. "Because I wanted to, " "Go and change it into your daily nightwear, " I ordered straightforwardly, butchering her hopes of seducing me. "Umm, why? Am I looking that bad?" I shook my head in no, "Nope, you are good but I am in no mood," I said moving away from her when her next words sent anger inside of me.

Is there something I should know that I don't? I try to be a little more confident to ask my question and finally I mustered enough courage and face him head on. "You changed. I didn't recognize you. Not the face, nor the eyes. The attitude even. You came back a completely different person. And when you said I killed your mother and threw me out, was that all a lie or did you actually mean it? why did you push me away all the time, you barely spoke to me." I had to ask because, it's been driving me crazy thinking what went wrong. This seemed like the best time to clear my doubts. I mean, I have the right to know why he got that way with me.

I smoothed the collar and checked the buttons, not because they needed checking but because I needed another few seconds to make sure my face was settled before I said anything. "I am not walking out because I am upset with you," I said. "I am walking out because I cannot keep showing up for someone who will not let me in even a little. I have tried to find the part of this that works and you won't even meet me halfway. I'm taking your advice. I would rather leave now while we are still okay than push until we are not."

Raising her eyebrows with hothe pe of getting a response from him “Get out” Exhaling again with disappointment ‘Never knew Tracy got some pussy voodoo too. Beauty alone isn't enough’ Quietly walking away from the bed, approaching the door as she stopped “What's special about her? Why her?” Said this holding on to the door handle with a hope on her face to get a response. “Leave now that I'm nice. You might not have any more chances. Or…I guess you'd like it if there are three of us here and the third person is my mom?”