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Nothing Happens by Chance

Novel By: ShannonxSilence
Young adult

I have never felt real fear, real despair, until the night I got into your car. You have taken me out of my life, and I have no idea why. Was it just a coincidence? Or just bad luck? Then again, nothing happens by chance... View table of contents...


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Submitted:Mar 3, 2012    Reads: 336    Comments: 6    Likes: 3   

Chapter One

I am glass. I'm in one of those fragile states right now; if you were to drop me I would break, but I would make sure to cut your hand in the process. I'm sure I even feel cold to the touch, but inside I am burning from anger and embarrassment.

As I turned around Blake said something to me, but I ignored him. I went straight for the door and on to the porch. I just wanted to sit down on the steps and cry, but I saw some of my classmates nearby. They were drinking and laughing; it made me sick.

The party was being held at the house of one of Blake's friends. Blake had picked me up earlier. Even though I was unsure of how to get home, I started walking anyway. I guess I should have seen the signs. I should have known something was different. When he picked me up he didn't flatter me with his usual complements, and he kept quiet on the drive there. Even after all those signs I still wasn't expecting him to end our relationship. He even has the indecency to break up with me in front of some of our classmates. That was the reason I was so upset, and I would be dammed if I let any of them see me cry.

Now as I was walking down the sidewalk, I regretted that decision. The autumn air had picked up and the temperature had dropped even more as the sun had gone down. Not to mention it was dark, and I am not the most graceful person. Knowing my luck I would trip over a crack in the sidewalk. That would be perfect.

I hadn't walked that far from the house. I could still hear faint music and feel a heavy bass. I tried to walk with the beat of the song playing, all the while looking down watching my feet. I don't know how long I was like this, walking in my trance, but suddenly I was snapped back into reality.

I could see headlights of an oncoming car. I quickly wiped away the rest of the tears on my face and silently prayed it wasn't anyone from the party. I decided to walk with my head up, and assumed the car would just pass me by, but when I looked at it I noticed the car had slowed and was keeping pace with me. I cursed quietly under my breath and tried to ignore the car, hoping the person would take a hint and drive off. Unfortunately, luck was not on my side tonight.

"Hey, do you need a ride?" the driver asked. I looked into the car when he spoke. I tried to study the features of the man, but it was far too dark.

"No, I'm fine." I was surprised my voice didn't crack or shake. After all the tears I was surprised I could even speak clearly.

"Are you sure? It's pretty cold out here," his voice sounded calm and relaxed. This man had no hidden motive.

I mentally debated my options. I could keep walking for who knows how long, or bum a ride off of this guy. Maybe someone from the party would see me get in and tell Blake. That would piss him off. I smiled, looked at the driver, and got in the car.

Once inside I buckled my seat belt and began to relax. The heat was on and some radio station was playing rock music.

"Where were you heading?" he asked.

"I was going to my house. It's on Saluda Drive. The house number is 1249," I responded without thinking twice about it.

"That's a nice neighborhood. Do you live there by yourself?"

"No, I'm only sixteen. I live with my parents," I almost laughed when I said that. The most important thing in my parent's life was their careers. If they weren't on a business trip, they were in the study doing something for work. It was almost like I did live alone.

We sat in silence for a minute. I guess he was trying to think of something to say to add to this idle conversation. I looked up at the guy again. He must think I am being rude; after all, he is driving me home.

"I'm Kelsey, by the way," it was the only thing I could think to say.

He glanced at me casually.

"That's a nice name. I'm Ethan."


The conversation got awkward after that. I wasn't sure what to say.

I heard a slight tapping sound and looked over to Ethan. He was drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. At first I thought he was tapping to the song on the radio, but his taps were inconsistent. It seemed as if he were mentally counting something.

I shifted uneasily in my seat; I suddenly felt tense. I started to slowly reach for the door handle, trying not to draw attention to myself.

"Kelsey," he said with force, causing me to jump. He must know I'm scared now. I'm screwed.

There was a noise from behind my seat, and I knew I was in danger. Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement, and then a white cloth was brought over my face.

The last thing I saw was Ethan, staring straight ahead, concentrating on the road. He never once glanced back at me.


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