Can't Go Home Alone Again Novels & Stories

"Where are your parents? Are they coming to pick you up?" Caleb lowered his head and pretended to be sad. "My parents are busy with work. They're both overseas and not home. I... I'll have to go home by myself." "By yourself?" Maxwell looked at the darkening sky and couldn't help but criticize the parents. Who would let a young child go home alone? How irresponsible! Maxwell smiled. "Tell me where you live, and I'll take you home. It's too dangerous for a little kid like you to go home alone this late."

This shouldn't be a problem or a bother. To keep my mind from overthinking, I busied myself with our projects. It was 4 PM when I decided to go home. Terrence messaged me before he visited Anne to the hospital while I rode a taxi home. Being alone was not an issue with me before, but now, it has become a bit of an issue. I don't wanna go home alone. I don't wanna eat alone. I don't wanna sleep alone. Everything changed after I met Terrence. I'm no longer comfortable doing the things I used to do alone before.

I told him as I looked down fidgeting with my fingers trying to distract myself. “Then don’t. Just stay home,” he tells me. “I don’t think my mom wants me to be home alone… I haven’t really left alone like that since I was released from the hospital. Since I was harming myself and depressed, she made sure that I wasn’t alone for a long period of time, but she’s still worried now so I don’t want to make her uncomfortable if I stay home alone.” I said as I tugged a little at the rubber band around my wrist.

Charles' smile disappeared, and he said in a low, stern voice, "Just because I caused this doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. No one else will want you now that you can't have kids. You're going to stay with me and behave." I pulled my hand away slowly, each move hurting so much that I had to catch my breath. "We're done talking about this. I won't blame you anymore." After Charles had gone, I called the secret agency. "Are you all set?" "We're all set." I spent a few days resting up in the hospital, and then it was time. I snuck out and got a cab back home. Everything went just as we planned. The cab crashed into a big tree and burst into flames, and it looked like the passenger did

"I know you live far away and can't always come back, but I still want to say this. You haven't been home in a year. No matter how busy you are, come back sometimes and spend time with your grandma, all right?" "She's eighty. She only has you." After hanging up, I cleaned myself up and went to the company. I told Marcus, "I'm almost thirty. According to the community's expectations, I need to go home and meet someone." But before I could even say the word breakup, he gave the ring to Hannah and walked away. I booked my flight within minutes. I had found my original purpose again. My dream, I would fulfill it myself. Maybe my eyes were too calm when I looked at him, because Marcus seemed even

My iPhone changes to the next song and I nearly fall over when One Republic's Come Home surrounds the speakers on the walls. I take seat in the small blue chair as I let the words Ryan Tedder sings consume me. This is the song I used to listen to when Max was away and as sad as it is, it always managed to make me feel whole. I had support groups I went to, there were even apps that could help you with the feeling of not knowing if they are coming back home to you.

I'm an avid outdoorsman, while my wife, Gabrielle Jensen, is a homebody through and through. Every time I invite her to outdoor activities like hiking, running, and swimming, she turns me down. "I hate exercising," she says. Later, someone starts an online trend of showing how lazy their girlfriend can be. I film Gabrielle being a couch potato and post it to join the trend. Everyone comments saying how she's a true lazy introvert. Then, one comment catches my eye and freezes me in place. "Isn't that the old pool queen Gabrielle Jensen? She and Caleb Fisher made quite the swimming duo back then. Their relay team brought home more than a few trophies for our school. "They were the golden

I say as strongly as I can manage with only a minimal wobble in my voice. “Your place is at home in the Alpine Pack, I thought it was worth another try to convince you to give up this crap and come home,” he says in a harsh tone. “This is my home. The Alpine Pack hasn’t been home since mum died,” I say despondently. Something harsh flashes in my father’s eyes and he takes a threatening step forward, but I stand my ground. I’m not going to let him scare me anymore. I have to be strong for my family.

And once the floodgates were open, I couldn't keep the rest of my emotions from rushing out, either. "I know I should be past this," I said, "but I'm not. And the older I get, the more I'm afraid I'll never be. They were all I had. I don't have any extended family. They were it. And now I'm alone, and I'm not supposed to be alone this young. I'm not supposed to be alone."

I don’t even wait for him to respond, his mouth opening and closing rapidly like he can’t decide what to say. “Right. I’m done. Done done. I won’t be there when you get home. If you even bother to come home. I’m sure Hannah would love for you to stay at her place or hell, maybe you could bring her to ours? If you haven’t already.” I turn around realizing I’m rambling like an idiot. I don’t know why I thought this time would be different. “Once a player always a player right?” I mumble quickly walking out of the bathroom and down the stairs.