Bring Him Home From Les Miserables Lyrics Novels & Stories

A tiny, broken laugh escaped me. "You would've needed a stronger chain." "I would've found one." Silence settled between us all of a sudden. It seemed like neither of us knew what to say. Finally, I whispered the only thing that mattered. "They have Leon." "I know." My heart dropped. "You know?" "I know." "Then come get us." His breathing hitched. "I'm trying." "Please." "I'm trying, baby." His voice cracked. "I swear to you... I am going to bring both of you home."

And then… a voice. Carried on wind and ruin. “Time to come home, sister.”

I searched his eyes desperately seeking and finding the truth of his words. “Let go Brianna Le’ Blanc, let me help release you from their grasp, whatever scars and memories paint your being, I love you as you are, and I want to set you free, surrender ma rayon de lune. Let me show you the bliss that is your submission.”

“We are home.” The words, so simple and so final, were a painful reminder of the life I had just lost. This was not home. This was a luxurious, beautiful prison. My heart, which had been a beautiful, light, happy thing, was now a painful, aching, broken thing. I pulled my hand away from his, my body a shaking, miserable thing. “Don’t,” I whispered, my voice a broken, painful thing. “Don’t say that. This is not home. My home… my home is a million miles away, and I can’t go back.”

“We're going home, honey. No one will ever take you away from me again.” I held him in my arms and waited for help to arrive.

Braxton and I stand by his side, our faces illuminated by emotions that flicker like candle flames—relief, gratitude, and the gentle warmth of a love that has weathered the storm. "Look at you, my brave little warrior," my voice is a whisper of admiration, my hand reaching out to cup his cheek. "You've come so far." My Maddox manages a faint smile. "Mama, papa… I want home.” Braxton’s hand finds its way to my shoulder, his touch a gentle reassurance. "Home is where you belong, buddy," he says, his voice a low murmur that has a wealth of conviction. "And we're going to take you there soon."

" Are you sure? We can still wait o." " Yes ma, I'm sure, it's been a long day, I'll be going home." I said and she agreed to let me go. There wasn't much she could do though. I bade my goodnights before starting on the dark road home. Humming to the 'cup song', soon I sang the actual lyrics. I got my ticket for the long way 'round Two bottle o' whiskey for the way And I sure would like some sweet company And I'm leavin' tomorrow, what do you say?

"I trust you to bring him back. Go get our boy." He stares at me for one heartbeat. Two. Then he nods. A sharp, decisive movement. "I’ll bring him home," he vows. He kisses me hard, a bruise of a kiss that tastes of iron and promise, and then he turns. He doesn't walk, he launches himself out the door, disappearing into the smoke like a vengeful spirit. "We have a rhythm!" Aris shouts. "It’s weak, but it’s there. She’s back." I let out a sob of relief, burying my face in my hands.

"And bring him back." ***

he said in his mind, staring deep into her soul. The song was a pressure he couldn't resist. 🎶Bring it over to my place And you be like "Baby who cares?" But I know you care Bring it over to my place🎶 🎶You don't know what you did, did to me. Your body lightweight speaks to me. You don't know what you did,did to me. Your body lightweight speaks to me. 🎶 Again he kissed her, this time he devoured her mouth, exploring with strong and insistent strokes of his tongue.