I Know Who Wants To Take Me Home Novels & Stories

"What did he want?" I swallowed, feeling the familiar ache rise in my chest. "He just… he sounded so lonely. He wants me to come home tomorrow. He feels so lost, Nathan. It’s always the same; drunk, apologetic, and broken." Nathan was quiet for a moment, absorbing my words. Then, without hesitation, he said, "We’ll go see him in the morning." I blinked at him, surprised by his offer. "You don’t have to, Nathan. I can handle it."

Amy insisted, "if you want me to be here, bring Ann and her mom back here." "Okay, fine. Is that all?" "For now, that is all," Amy said. "I thought you said on one condition." Amy nodded, "Yes, it is one condition. I'll just tell you the continuation of it once Ann arrives." Bastian nodded, "Alright then, if that's what you want, Amy, I'll do it for you. Welcome back home."

I need to get in. “They think we are just after Ivy because she is in line to be the Capo, but we want them all. Their line needs to end. They aren’t making decisions that are right for the whole of the family anymore.” I nod like I agree. My jaw is tight though. I try and relax before anyone notices. “So, you take Ivy out first and then we hit the others.” I look at him, square my shoulders and give a curt nod. “I knew I could count on you,” he slaps a hand on my shoulder.

“I did tell them that, but I just don’t want to be separated from, tears started to threaten.” “Hey, hey, I won’t let them take you away from me.” He wiped her tears and pulled her into his arms, “This is where I want to be.” “I will catch them, there is no way. I will have to upgrade the security.” She nodded, anything that would make them not get to her she wanted. She took her phone and dialed Meghan. “Storm, we were waiting for your call.” Said Meghan. “Are you okay?” Paige added. “I’m fine, but I’m worried about you two.”

Darren asks from the front seat, interrupting my thoughts, and I look down at my thighs, fiddling with my fingers. I should go home. Vincent will be so worried about me, and I know mother will too, but I do not want to go home. The only person I want to see right now is Sinclair. "No, " I tell him, and he stares at me from the rear morrow with his brows creased, saying, "What do you mean no? You're not going home?" He questions. "I will. You should drop me at that street. I'll walk home. "

'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)

It fucking was. “Just take me home.”

My tears fell down even more. “I want to… home…” I don’t want to be here, I want to go back to my friends, even though mon and I aren’t that close, I still want to see her, to be with her! I held Elder’s hands. “Elder, please, help me get back to my family…” If I need to plead with someone just to get back home then I will gladly do it! I am just desperate to come home… I want to go home… ** “ARE YOU AWAKE NOW?”

I swallow thickly, “—I just want you to meet your real family. They w-would love to meet you.” “But I don’t wanna.” “What do you want, then?” Her watery eyes blink up at me. “I w-want to go home,” she cries. “I want to stay with Noah and aunt Beth and Grandma Andrea, and Uncle AJ.” Everytime she mentions all their names, it does something to me. And I turn to Wren— lips pressed into a thin line— then back at Hannah. “Okay.” I nod firmly. “We’ll go home.” I just blurt the words out. Because frankly, I want to go home too. I can’t do this…I physically cannot do this.

“Then they’ll have to try.” That should have reassured me. It didn’t. It sounded like a dare. My pulse beat hard in my throat. I could feel the watcher’s presence like pressure at my back. I could hear the bar’s music. I could hear my own breathing, too fast. “Look,” I said, forcing my voice into something calmer. “I’m not trying to start a war with your… pack. I just want to go home.” His mouth tightened. “Home is unsafe.”