Can't Go Home Alone Again Novels & Stories

However, all she got for her troubles was a mechanical female voice, saying, "Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable." Her face turned even paler, and an unprecedented feeling of panic flashed across her eyes. So, she tapped on my profile picture and sent message after message. "Jack, where are you? Answer the phone. I need to see you now. Call me immediately!' If you call me now, I'll forgive you. I admit I was just saying things out of anger. I just want you to come home." "I don't want Mom's belongings anymore. I don't care if you sold it. I just want you to come home. So, call me now!"

They won't obviously open my wounds and make my life more miserable than it already was. "Now dear little sister, you're going to have to listen to us because you're home alone with us," Walter said with a creepy smirk. I realized I was home alone with them indeed. Except for the security outside, with the head of the housekeepers, there's no one else but us in the house. How long have I been asleep could they be lying to me? Why hasn't the Alpha and my mom come back yet? Where exactly did they go and leave me alone in this hellhole?

But now take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go Now take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go Now take me home Home where I belong Oh, no, no Now take me home Home where I belong Ho, ho, ho Now take me home Home where I belong Oh, no, no Now take me home Home where I belong I can't take it anymore..." " I never knew you had a sexy voice." Lyle teased his wife. " Hey, babe...welcome home." she hugged him. " Thanks, how was your day off?" he asked as she sat on his lap. "Quite eventful, " she answered. " Has it been long since Lana and Lina left?" he inquired.

At that moment, all she could do was scream, but the panicked sound never left her mouth; her head was too occupied being bashed against the metal lockers forcefully that it instantly knocked her out. Harlow always imagines the idea of starting over because, in theory, starting over should be simple. You put your past behind you, take what you learned and begin again. But that's only a theory; however, it's just not that simple in reality. It's not as easy as it sounds; moving on means letting go, familiar things, easy and safe. Things matter to you most, but someone once said, 'You can't go home again.' She hoped they were wrong.

Winning isn’t putting me in check. He’s putting me in the ground. I go perfectly still. Raise my hands the little I can with his arm pinning them to my sides. His grip loosens slightly, allowing me to finally expand my lungs and take a shallow breath. “Why are you walking home alone?” What? The muzzle of a gun is digging into the soft flesh above my hip, and he wants to know why I’m walking home alone? “I—I closed tonight,” I stammer. “It’s dangerous.” A hysterical giggle leaves my lips.

I slightly pulled my hand away from him and snapped, "I can handle myself." "Tate please." He pulls me back and tightens his grip around my wrist. "I don't want them to harm you." "I wanna go home alone Gage. I can take the bus. Heck, I should've went home with Dillion a while ago." I snapped at him. "I'm not letting you go home alone." He says as we walk out of the hospital.

“We can’t afford—” “Could you afford to reap up your entire life and move to a new city?” Najay’s voice was almost sharp, but Abigail acknowledged that she had a point. With a sigh, Najay lowered her voice and knotted her fingers in Abigail’s. “We will make this work, Abi. He won’t win. If we have to, then we’ll find a new apartment, but for now, it isn’t safe for you to come home. Especially since our apartment complex has little to no security, and that dark staircase is not safe. You come home late most nights, and we don’t have a lot of friends. So until we figure out what to do, you’re staying at a hotel.”

I tear my eyes off his and look out the dark window, finding a sudden interest in the surroundings. "Does….the current situation affect your sense of security? Do you….want to come to my place again?". My first instinct is to snap no. But I find myself hesitating when I really consider my situation. The truth is I do not feel safe at any point when I'm alone. He was in that party with me today, and even right now, he could probably know my location. Basically, going home alone….no longer looks like the tantalizing option it used to be. I'm scared to walk into that house by myself. But to go to Alex's house again…..

He said quietly. “As much as I hate to admit it, Abi has a point, I have nowhere to go when I am released. I won’t be able to go home. Not this time. It’s tainted. I won’t feel safe there ever again. Even with all the security systems in the world, home is no longer home.” My voice cracked and tears pricked my eyes as I spoke the last sentence. “Let’s not think about that for now. We can cross that bridge when we know you are going to be released.”

A man who has failed to protect me. Last night I came home, but this doesn't feel like home to me anymore, this is nothing but a house built on lies, blood and drugs and I have made my decision. I am going to be a mother again very soon. You know after I had Bradley I promised myself that there would never again be a time where I would find myself in the situation that I was in before, I told myself that the next time I fall pregnant, I wouldn't do it alone, that the father of my child would be there with me every step of the way.