Don't Be Gone Too Long Novels & Stories

Leaving him without a means of contact or any idea where they went could be no more than a bit of wishful thinking on his part. “Doesn’t matter; they don’t have reception where they are.” He hopped onto the bed next to me, peppering light kisses along my neck. It was typical Jayden behaviour, distracting me from the things he’d rather I not consider. It became imperative that I found out the truth if only to avoid us being walked in on a second time. “Well, how long have they been gone? Did they say when they’d be back?” “They’ve been gone for a while and won’t be back any time soon if that’s what you’re worried about. It’s my job to distract you for a few hours and you’re making that harder

Her phone beeped a moment later; I can’t babe. I’ve got Floss. Come here though. Bring some clothes and stay a few days. It sounds like you need time away.

“My dad's not feeling well and he sent me home so he could rest. So yeah, I came here to make sure he didn't have a heart attack or something. I was only gone for two days.” “Four days? You know, that's way too long to be away from someone! You shouldn't have even gotten out of bed today!” The boy exclaims. Max winces slightly. “I'm sorry,” he mumbles. “Don't apologize. It's perfectly fine. It's not like you planned to disappear for so long anyways. Just please tell me when you decide to leave again, because I will literally get over you, if you keep doing this to yourself.” Max nods solemnly.

"How long it is, how terribly long since you left this house for more than forty-eight hours ago and left an old father worried so greatly. Ain't y'all tired of being overly worked out sitting behind the wheel several hours running around Los Bahamas? My days are short but yours is longer, I should recommend a little bit of rest with a beautiful lady by your side for just today. Life is too short!" "I bet everyone living in this neighborhood knows how much I really hate staying alive during spring time in brokenness and without a piece of cent in my pocket. It simply makes me feel dead inside even when I'm still breathing. Don't worry, I'm gonna make it up to y'all. Dinner time 6pm no pranks

Ironic, but have no choice. "Where are you going?" He asked. I walked toward the door, "I have something undone. I will be late probably. So, be yourself and... Do not try to cause any trouble while I am gone." I enhanced the last line before closing the door behind me.

I should not stay long because I will goo back to my home as soon as possible. But if I will took long, I will cancel all of my appointments and meetings and move it the next day. This is about my family and they matter the most. Yes, it has been so many years but my love for them never left me. Even if I don't feel them anymore, my heart still wants to be with them. I longed for them.

I push my hand against the cold tile and force myself up, dragging myself away from him, even though my limbs feel like lead. Distance. I need distance. Because he’s an Alpha. And I’m— I grit my teeth. “You should get out now,” I say, voice low and tight. “I’m in a rut. It’d be better for both of us if you left.” I don’t look at him. I keep my eyes on the cracked tile, trying to hold my face together. Trying to hold me together. “It’s not fun, is it?” I whisper. “Watching another Alpha fall apart.”

Not now, not ever. ***

"I need days. Weeks. Forever." "Then make these hours count."

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