Novel & Cerita Don't Call Me Home

I've learned to lose you, can't afford to Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin' But nothin' ever stops you leavin' Quiet when I'm comin' home and I'm on my own I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that Don't you know too much already? It'll only hurt you if you let me Call me a friend but keep me closer (call me back) And I'll call you when the party's over Quiet when I'm comin' home and I'm on my own And I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that

Damn! Back in my home office, I called Donna. She picked up her cell, but was halfway across the city. So I settled back into work, getting paperwork caught up, making a few calls and feeling sorry for myself. At one point I even thought of giving Misty a call, but had the good sense not to go there. Things were working out too well to fuck 'em up that badly.

"Don, your madre's here." Adriano set the bottle down and stood. "Madre, what are you doing here?" "Why wouldn't I be?" Caterina snapped. "I had to see for myself how that bugiarda, that fake pregnancy con artist, still has the nerve to cling to you!" My heart clenched. I gripped the sheets, and the pain in my fingers was nothing compared to the stab in my chest. "Please don't talk about Cassie like that," Adriano said, trying to steady her.

I set my wine glass down without drinking from it and reached for a folder sitting at the edge of my desk, one I’d been putting off dealing with for longer than I probably should have. “There’s something else,” I said. “I want you to start preparing. It’s time I made my way back to the United States. Calderm City, specifically.” The pause this time was longer, and when he spoke again, the surprise in his voice was impossible to hide, however hard he might have tried. “Now? I wasn’t expecting you back so soon. I thought next year, at the earliest.” “Plans change,” I said simply, closing the folder again without opening it, my eyes drifting once more toward the darkening garden outside.

***** Roof to roof For a single home I don’t ask for many But a single-roof That I can call mine, too As a home Just as a home Not an office on a giant floor But at least a home Where I am not worried Where I grow Where I say I have grown The will to survive The purpose of life Is to live So I will make a place To identify more With life That I am all Settled here On Earth I won’t go I won’t go Anymore Anymore A joy A pride A shinning pride Of a little home Well found on sight I call it home When I refuse to move I say no to go I say no to give it to any

It looked like he hadn't slept in days. "Beta Chris, are you looking for my brother?" "Why didn't you answer my calls?" We spoke in unison. Hearing the frustration and anger in his tone, I composed myself and smiled lightly. "My phone was off, so I didn't notice. What do you need from me? Oh, right. I just remembered—we still haven't set a date to sever our mate bond." "Fiora, how long are you going to keep being angry with me?"

"A cushy life wouldn't have made me half as strong." I hung up and eyed the file he sent. This was going to stir things up. … Suzy's bump was showing, and the calls from home started piling up. They started out tough, demanding cash. "Amy, if you go through with this, don't bother coming home. We'll pretend you were never our daughter." "Look, if you had even an ounce of decency, you'd cough up thirty thousand dollars. If not, I'll make sure everyone knows you're a total deadbeat and a daughter no one would want!" the voice on the phone snarled.

'Strangers Killing my lonely nights with strangers And when they leave, I go back to our song, I hold on I, I, oh I Hurts like heaven, lost in the sound Buzz-cut season like you're still around Can't unmiss you and I need you now Yeah, I, I, oh I, yeah' 'I'm so tired of love songs, tired of love songs Tired of love songs, tired of love Just wanna go home, wanna go home Wanna go home, whoa So tired of love songs, tired of love songs Tired of love songs, tired of love Just wanna go home, wanna go home Wanna go home, whoa' 'I'm so tired of love songs, tired of love songs (someone take me home) Tired of love songs, tired of love Just wanna go home, wanna go home ('cause I can't be alone)

Four years, no calls Now you're looking pretty in a hotel bar, and I-I-I can't stop No, I-I-I can't stop So, baby, pull me closer In the back seat of your Rover That I know you can't afford Bite that tattoo on your shoulder Pull the sheets right off the corner Of that mattress that you stole From your roommate back in Boulder We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older You look as good as the day I met you I forget just why I left you, I was insane Stay and play that Blink-182 song That we beat to death in Tucson, okay I know it breaks your heart Moved to the city in a broke-down car, and Four years, no call Now I'm looking pretty in a hotel bar, and I

~I want to breathe, I hate this night I want to wake up, I hate this dream I'm trapped inside of myself and I'm dead Don't wanna be lonely Just wanna be yours~ -(BTS) Save Me --- --- --- --- --- "You are home sire." "I am." "And you are late." "Indeed." "And you seem rather flustered." "I do- what?" "Your cheeks sire. You are red as the red moon." "No I'm not.” "Yes you are."