Can't Go Home Alone Again Novels & Stories

“I get it. It’s so late, and Samantha’s home alone. She’ll be scared. I’m fine, Shawn. Go back to her. I’ll get home on my own.” As soon as she said that, Shawn’s eyes flickered with hesitation. He bent down and picked up Jenna, who was drunk, in his arms. “What danger could she be in? It’s not safe for a girl like you to go home alone. I’ll take you back.” I hovered above them and watched as Jenna nestled into his arms. From where Shawn could not see, her lips curled into a victorious smile. My heart was already shattered. The pain was almost numb now. Every time I worked late and called Shawn to pick me up, he would always say, “You’ll be fine, there’s no danger. Just take a cab home.”

"Dad, I don't know how to put this robot together. Come help me!" That voice made Dad's hands freeze in midair. He pulled out his phone. I was flustered. I couldn't let Mom know I had gone to Dad's house. She'd be sad. Clenching my jaws, I slapped his phone away and scurried off. I didn't dare to go home. The wind was blowing strongly. When I passed a bridge arch, the beggars there kept eyeing me. Under their suffocating gazes, I kept on running, afraid to even pause. When I returned to my senses, I realized I'd lost one of my shoes.

I can't do it! She saved the last bundle for last. Inside lay a neatly folded piece of paper—the deed to our old house. She said with a hint of guilt, "Your little brother is just five years old, and your parents already bought him a house in the city. I can't afford a big city home, but this old place will shelter you from the wind and rain. "If you ever feel wronged or hurt, you can come back here. And if you miss me, go to the grave at the east end of the village and talk to me—I'll hear you."

However, she did not dare comment on it. Instead, she fell to her knees and grabbed the hem of my dress, begging pitifully, "Please save me, Sylvia. Please help me convince my parents to allow me to go back home and live with them." I felt confused. "You've already formed a mate bond with Perry, so shouldn't you live together with him? Why do you still want to live at your parents' house?"

I tried to push the thought away, but it lingered like a storm cloud hanging above me. “Tell him no,” I snapped, frustration bubbling over. “Tell him to leave me alone.” Lia hesitated, her voice softer this time. “Ali, I think you should at least hear him out. For your own peace of mind. He—” “No, Lia. I’m done hearing him out.” My heart pounded in my chest, my words leaving my mouth with a finality I didn’t fully feel, but it was what I had to say. “I won’t let him back in. Not after everything he did.”

Fortunately, he only suffered from a small fracture in his front left paw. “What are your plans?” Mr. Frank asked. “I’m going to continue traveling and stay as far away from this place as possible.” I was born in this city, but it rejected me. My own family wanted to suck my blood dry. My phone rang at that moment. It was an unknown number. I had blocked all of my family members’ numbers, and since I spoke to some advertisers from time to time, I answered the call. “You’re such an embarrassment! How could I have given birth to someone as horrible as you?! Everyone’s talking behind my back now! Come back right away—”

"That's a good argument for why you should stay with me until I get better, but it doesn't mean you need to do what you just suggested. You don't have to stay at the house with me for the rest of my pregnancy." "Maybe you can't see it, but the idea makes sense to me." I paused. "There are a couple of good reasons why. First of all, what if something like this happens again? And what if you're at home alone this time instead of at your office where there were people to help you? That's dangerous." I shuddered at the thought of Alison lying on the floor at home, alone. "The likelihood of something like that happening again –" Alison began, but I cut her off.

The minute I make it to the couch I set my dance bag down and plop onto the love seat, where Kel joins me. “You were amazing," Kel says, obviously seeing my doubts after this performance. I know she’s right, but sometimes I can’t help doubting myself. After that night, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to love myself and believe in my abilities again. Four Months Earlier The sound of a loud crash coming from the kitchen makes my eyes fly open in a mixture of surprise and panic. Bryce comes home faithfully every day at six. Why would he come home at, God, two-thirty in the afternoon? My hands shake as I scramble to my feet, knowing what’s coming.

"Tell me, what kind of wife lives like this? Everyone says the Clarke family is one of the wealthiest families around. Are you telling me you can't afford housekeepers? Or is this just how you torture people?" By the end, I rolled up my sleeves and held my hands out in front of him. They were covered with cigarette burns and countless tiny scars. Gideon's brow slowly furrowed, as if he could not make sense of what he was seeing. "So, that's why you've been insisting on a divorce?" Before I could answer, he pulled out a bank card and handed it to me. "Here. Stop making a scene. Keep this card. Hire a housekeeper to help you, and use whatever's left for your grandmother's treatment."

Every shift in her chair reminded her how wet she still was. Their father clapped his hands. “Great news kids. Your mother and I are leaving for a weeklong trip starting tomorrow. Some second honeymoon thing. You two will have the house to yourselves.” Lila nearly choked on her coffee. A whole week alone with Damon. Damons eyes met hers across the table. Dark. Promising. “Dont worry Dad. Ill take good care of her.” The double meaning hit her like a spark to dry tinder. She pressed her thighs together under the table trying to ignore the fresh rush of heat.