Chapter 4 Outsiders Novelas e Histórias

Chapter 41 Zia was damned gone from the flips, head fogged as the SUV rattled to a stop in front of Nia's run-down, junkied-out building. The zicky looked worse every time she showed up, like the concrete itself was getting high and crumbling under the weight of its sins. She stumbled out, gripping the SUV door for balance. The stench of piss and rot wafted in the breeze, mixing with the distant sound of someone shouting obscenities. Classic Nia’s territory.

_____ **Chapter 13 (Continued): Echoes of Hope** The city below sprawled like a vast tapestry, each building and street bearing silent witness to the chapters of my existence. The bustling life outside seemed incongruent with the quiet turmoil that raged within. As I lingered at the window, the cityscape below became a metaphor for the labyrinthine emotions that entangled my heart—a complex network of hope, regret, and an unwavering determination to reunite with Evelyn.

If I couldn’t erase the past, maybe I could build a new pattern, one brick, one steady gesture at a time. The town, of course, had also started talking. I could feel the whispers even without hearing them directly. The way eyes lingered when I passed by. The way heads tilted toward each other when I walked into the grocery store. Outsiders always drew attention here, but I wasn’t just any outsider. I was her outsider, the man who had shown up at her door, the man tied to a bar fight, the man connected to the subtle swell of her stomach she was no longer able to hide.

Realization hit me as soon as I heard the creaking of the door. I parted my lips to plead but she shoved me outside. I landed on my chest, my face grazing against the wet concrete. A freezing chill traveled down my spine, and the sound of the rumbling thunder reminded me I had to get up. I forced myself back on my feet, turning to the door. “Don't you ever come back, since you refuse to live by my rules. The street is where you belong now since you love spreading your stinky vagina for worthless men. Go on, chase men. That's what you are born to do.”

Daniel sat with the key in the April kitchen and found that he was, without qualification, glad. End of Chapter Eighty-Four

I tried shifting a little to make room, but the crowd just pushed me right back. Unable to stand it anymore, I boldly reached back and touched the curve of Phoebe's hips. She was wearing a black pleated skirt that barely covered the bottom of her hips. My large hand covered it as I kneaded and squeezed. Phoebe's face flushed an even deeper red. Lifting the hem of her skirt slightly, my hand slid down to her thigh. Her hips were soft and full, and the sensation of holding them was intoxicating. A low sound escaped my throat before I could stop it.

"It's just takeout. Do you really have to freak out like this? And you're getting worked up over 20 bucks. How poor are you?" The classroom was dead quiet. He went on, "Honestly, you might as well drop out now and go beg on the streets. You'd probably make more money that way." His words hit me like a bolt of lightning. Everyone's eyes were on me. Some people snickered under their breath, and some looked awkward. Most of them just stared down at their desks. I could feel the blood rushing to my head and my ears buzzing. "Poor", "beg"—each word stabbed into me like poisoned needles.

I froze as I stared him horrified. “You still haven’t recognized me, my Rosebud?” ~~~❤~~~ End of fourteenth chapter. Thank you guys. If you like my story do press the star button to show your appreciation.💞