I'll Have Two Number Nines Novels & Stories

I reached out and read one of it with a number on it. One.'I'm sorry' I reached for number two . ‘So sorry’ and another, number three. 'Will you forgive me?' Four - 'Another chance maybe?' Five - 'I know you love me.' Six - 'and maybe I like you too.' Seven - 'or love you?' Eight - 'I promise you I won't act like a jerk anymore' Nine - ' I'm really sorry for what I did a while ago' Ten - ' I've got a lot on my mind'

"Twenty-eight... twenty-nine..." * * *

"Time to come home." **END OF CHAPTER NINE**

And when I finally made it to my bed, alone under the twelve-thousand-thread-count sheets, I didn’t even pretend to reach for Victor’s side. I reached for myself instead, biting the pillow so the staff wouldn’t hear whose name I was moaning when I came a second time that night. Twenty-nine days. God, I was already losing count.

He must read me well because he tosses the phone out onto the bed where it slides to me. “Password?” I say, picking up the phone. His face flushes, where it’s due to the actual password or what I’ll find on his phone, I can’t be sure. “Well?” I say, fingers poised over the screen. He looks away but replies, “2-5-9-8-9-8.” As start to tap in the numbers I freeze at the astoundingly familiar numbers. Oh, my gosh. “That’s my birthday...” He smiles sheepishly and shrugs.

As the thought crossed my mind, I texted Papa. "I lost the five-year bet, Papa. I'll come home in five days and let you decide my future."

I'm numb ****

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"Go back to your room. Calm down. We'll talk about this later when you're thinking clearly." I pushed myself up from the floor slowly and looked into their eyes. “You'll find out someday and you will regret.” I turned and dragged my aching legs back to my room. The door closed behind me, and the whole world went quiet. I scrolled to Professor Luciano's number. He used to be my professor. He thought very highly of me. The phone connected quickly. “Alessia,” the voice on the other end said, low and controlled. “I am glad you finally called.”

I watched as he furrowed his brow in concentration and looked at the numbers. He carefully wrote 792 with a plus sign. "Perfect. Now add them together, and I will show you that I knew the future," I whispered dramatically. Jack went to work, using his fingers to help him add, and without any help from me, he proudly displayed the number 1089. I flipped the ripped piece of paper over, revealing the magic 1089 number I had written to begin with, and Jack clapped his hands in delight. "How'd you do that? You really must be magic!"