Can't Go Home Alone Again Novels & Stories

This is too much for me. Am I ever going to go home?

I'll make sure to grab the opportunity. The dinner ended well, and I thought I could continue going to school. "Go home first, Zara. I have further discussions with everyone. I'll be home later. "Don't forget to go to Mr. Sander's house. He's the principal and you should spend time with his wife when you can." "Alright, Dad. I'll go home first." I went home excitedly as I looked forward to continuing my studies. The next day, I looked at the luxurious mansion in front of me with trepidation. I was worried Mrs. Sanders would not like me. I might end up losing my chances with school.

"I want Daddy to come home! I don't care! I want you to bring Daddy home! If you don't, I won't love you anymore!" A chill spread through my entire body. I sat down on the bed, forcing myself to stay calm, and asked softly, "What else did Grandma and Aunt Amelia tell you?"

“Home?” I repeated in question. Home. I lived from one orphanage to another. I didn’t really have a permanent place to stay. I was alone but wasn’t lonely. I didn’t have a shelter of my own but I was home. For eighteen years, wherever I went, I was home. At first, I find it weird being comfortable with a new place at an instant, feeling home, but now I know why. It was because home was following me. Home doesn’t refer to a thing with doors and windows. Home is a person or even a ghost. Sadness slowly crept in my system. I just lost that home. Recently, I discovered that I got myself another home, Grip, but I lost them both right after another.

Who would want to rent to an 18-year-old girl with no credit history and a self-employed income? I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling. Maybe I needed to think bigger. I could look outside of Rutberg. Hell, I could even go to a different state—or a different country! The idea was thrilling, but also terrifying. Rutberg had always been my home. I wanted to stay close to the familiar: close to the Karate Academy, close to my old neighborhood, and yes, close to my mom. And, if I was being honest, I wanted to stay near the Robert brothers.

"Amy, what's with the attitude toward Suzy? This is my place, and it's Suzy's too. Let's face it, you're the one who left the nest. Suzy's not wrong!" Mom was quick to back him up, "That's right, Amy. How can you even start to compare with Suzy? Better call your hubby to come get you. "Coming back to your parents' place for New Year's, aren't you scared of what your in-laws might say?" I chuckled bitterly. "Can't go back. We're divorced now." "What?!" Dad's eyes nearly popped out of his head, "When did you guys split? Why didn't I know?"

As I packed, I found that the house was covered in all sorts of sticky notes, like the ones that I'd find everywhere in high school. The one on the couch read, "Don't be a couch potato. Remember to get up and exercise!" The one on the fridge read, "Eat less food that is high in sodium and spice! To protect your heart, you mustn't drink either!" Above the drawer, the sticky note said, "I've prepared the anti-rejection medication that you need to take daily. Remember to take it with you." Then, there was another one on the wardrobe… These sticky notes were all over the house.

It was as if fate was determined to torment me with reminders of past humiliations. As I gulped down the remainder of my drink, a wave of dizziness washed over me, clouding my senses. My legs felt unsteady beneath me, a stark reminder of my low tolerance for alcohol. Alfred's touch startled me, his hand reaching out to grasp mine. "Oprah, I mean it. Can we start over?" His voice held a hint of desperation, but I shook off his hand firmly, determined to maintain my distance. Ignoring my refusal, Alfred persisted, offering to take me home. This time, I hesitated before reluctantly accepting his offer. The thought of navigating my way home alone in my current state was daunting, and I begrudgin

"Errol’s right. It's not safe to live all by yourself nowadays. Why don't you move in with me?" "It's okay, Aunt Tess, the security at Cloud Nine is top-notch. I'll be fine." Maia knew that no thieves could break into her apartment… just her ex-husband. She didn't want them to know he was there, or they might get the wrong idea. Maia closed the bedroom door and saw Tess and Errol off. After telling her again to be careful, they finally left. When the door was finally closed, Maia let out a huge sigh of relief.

And from this moment on, I was done playing vulnerable. I was still sitting there, numb, when my phone rang. Mrs. Janet. My throat dried instantly. Her calls were never good. I swiped the screen and pressed it to my ear. “Hello?” “Don’t panic,” she said, without a hello. “But you need to hear this.” That was never a good way to start. “What is it?” I asked, already feeling the twist in my gut. “It’s Bruce,” she said. “He’s begun the legal process to enroll Jonas in a private boarding school in Switzerland.”