But Why Is The Rum Gone Novels & Stories

“Why must you leave? Can’t you stay with me? “Weren’t you happy with me? Can we not get a divorce? Not because Cassidy is better, and not for any other reason. Let’s just stay together.” Tabitha paused for a moment before reaching out to shuffle his hair. Her voice was tender. “Okay. We can stay together.” … Koben woke up the next day with a splitting headache. He sat there with his head in his hands, lost in thought for quite a while. Yet, he couldn’t recall how he had left the class reunion and made it home safely.

Each step felt heavier than the last. Dominic had left. No goodbye. No message. No explanation. Just gone.

He asked. My mouth could only form an O and I scratched my head.. I walked over to the bar and soon came back with a bottle of wine and two glasses. “Can't we just have rum?” Ethan muttered. “I'm not having rum,” I mumbled. If I was ever going to have rum again, it would be with Riley. Ethan shook his head and took the glass from me, pouring himself some wine. “So, what brought you to Texas? What could possibly make a worksholic leave his company and show up here?”

He gazed at me with a complicated look on his face. "Why can't you understand, Emily? Our relationship is already unsalvageable." I looked down at the ring. Silver light reflected a slightly blurred pattern carved into the ring. It was the wolf spirit totem Jayden and I had once seen in the northern forest. That year, he'd just broken up with Lina and was behaving like a soulless wolf. Jacob sought me out and told me that Jayden might not survive until the next full moon. I was afraid that he really wouldn't make it, so I tried everything I could to keep him company.

A cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang out. [Do you want to leave this world?] "Yes." My mom held me tightly. In my dad's horrified stare, she jumped. He lunged forward like a madman, but his hands grabbed nothing but air. My mom's voice was ice cold. "David, goodbye forever." The next second, our bodies were wrapped in a soft glow and disappeared completely before his eyes.

They always gave me hope before destroying it. Later, I heard Mom telling Dad that she relented only because she didn't want me to revolt and lose focus on the competition. "She's so useless. She ended up not getting to the finals anyway." I had cried secretly under my blankets for the entire night after hearing that. Mom never asked for my opinion again since then. Therefore, it was very surprising that she remembered that fact so suddenly. She took off her apron. "I'll go check on her." When she opened the door, all she saw was an empty room.

Gulping it down, I barely winced as the hot liquid burned my lungs and warmed my insides. “Uhm. Nothing much. Just remodeling and uhm..” I poured a second glass of whiskey and turned to face him. “In all the years you've been working for me, you've never stuttered. What's up?” I said, and down my whiskey. Rick took a deep breath and crossed his arms behind his back. “She's gone.” My blood runs cold. “Who's gone?” “Miss Iris.” The glass in my hand shatters and I blankly look at my hand as rivulets of blood gushed out of my palm and dropped to the white tiled floor in fast taps.

He scanned the sign behind me, then he read it out through clenched teeth. "Beer. Sodas. Water. Small business, tiny margins. No credit." I continued with the math. "Alright, the pancake is 15 dollars, plus 5 dollars for the dine-in fee makes it 20, then 2 dollars for the tissues. Your total comes to 22 dollars." The vein at Jeremy's temple bulged. He pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and threw it at my face before letting out a cold laugh. "Madison, your adoptive mother is already dead. Who are you putting on this pitiful act for? Who do you think is going to feel sorry for you?"

“No. I do not need it anymore.” My emotionless reply surprised her, but she soon laughed in a sharp, mocking tone. “Joseph, did you fall off the cliff and break your head? Looks like you learned a few tricks these past few days. Have you decided to give up?” A dull sadness spread through me, and I let out a small, self‑mocking laugh. My mother was dead. She no longer needed Jaime’s drug, and Jaime could no longer threaten me. Jaime noticed my silence and softened her tone. “It is only medication. I will give it to you. Wait for me to come home tonight.”

He had just learned from Marie that three days before I left, I wrote a letter to each person close to me. He stared in disbelief, eyes swollen from crying, and said softly to my photo, "Bella, are you still mad about our argument? Is that why you didn't even leave me a letter?" But I had. I really had. I left it beneath his pillow. Maybe Audrey destroyed it. Still, he stayed by my photo, talking to it late into the night. He didn't even hear Audrey calling him to make dinner. Maybe the silence had festered too long and turned into resentment. After Bobby left, Audrey came to my photo holding a bottle of makeup remover and a lighter.