Romans & histoires Ronnie Anne Cries

I rarely saw this snarky part of her. “And may I also point out that she told us she was hanging out with a Co-worker yesterday evening. What was his name again?” Rainie said with a mischievous glint in her eyes as she gazed at Annie. They were sitting side by side on the sofa. Did they plan this all out before I came back because their sync was too good. “Ronnie, my dear." Annie supplied the answer for her and they both burst into drama. This was what I dealt with everyday. I sometimes ask myself if I didn't set myself up by living with my best friends.

Ronnie's POV I felt my jaw tighten. Sarah, standing beside me, immediately began to cry, clearly assuming I would refuse, that my pride would win out over everything else. "I would beg on his behalf," she said quickly, already lowering herself onto the wet ground, her knees sinking into the mud without hesitation. "Please. I'll do it. Just save her." I looked at her kneeling there, desperate and broken, and then at the priest, and then back toward the ambulance where Ronnie lay motionless.

"He's my son, and he's not dead! He's just sulking, that's all!" He broke free of the grip and went back to gathering my body from the ground, pulling it into his arms. "Ronnie, get up right now! Didn't you want me to come? Well, I'm here now, so why are you still putting on this act?" However, I remained completely motionless. Ms. Ritter stood at the edge of the crowd, her face deathly pale and her lips trembling. "This is impossible. How could Ronnie really be dead? I didn't do anything. This has nothing to do with me."

Celine's big round eyes filled with sadness had great killing power, just a blink was enough to make the words in Ron's throat drift back to his stomach. Celine looked at Ron with pitiful eyes, her eyes were swollen from crying too much, and her throat was still red from being strangled by Nelly. Celine's messy hair is messy, but does not make others feel that she is a sloppy person, Celine's big round eyes constantly blink. She smiled as she looked at Ron, a heartbreakingly sad smile, then Celine's choked voice rang out, she said.

Ronnie stepped into the room, feeling nervous, sweat trickled down his forehead, and his palms were all watery. "Come on Ronnie, you don't have to be so scared of me, I don't bite!" Krystie spoke sweetly giving him her scary demonic smile that had traumatized him in the past three days. She adjusted her glasses so that she was watching him from above them before staring at him waiting for his report.

Ronnie is by my side and her forehead is smeared with blood, she's breathing hard, possibly having a panic attack. "I can't move." She tells me tears streaming down her face. "Me neither." The front seats are practically crushing our legs, making it impossible to move. "Oh my God, we are going to die!" She cries even more. "We are going to die Evie!" "Ronnie, calm down. We are going to be okay." I use my other hand to reach out and touch her, carefully avoiding the blood on her face just in case Aurora is close by. "I'm going to get us out of here, okay?"

Millie continues "take his money, take his job, take his happiness, take his soul. It still won't be enough to pay back what he did to you" Tears roll down her cheeks and her vision becomes clear again. She can't think of the last time she looked in a mirror and her face wasn't dripping in tears "There you go, crying again. Like you always are" "I'm not" she wipes her face "I'm not crying anymore" "Good" ~

he shouted and stomped out of the house in anger. “What do I do Lord, help me. I feel so alone.” hugging herself she wept, for the scary present and the unknown tomorrow ****************** A few hours later ****************** “Mum, wake up. You will catch a cold.” Chris shook his mum slowly Disoriented, she looked at her son, “I must have slept off while cleaning.” Chris knew this wasn’t true because the glasses he broke in anger were still scattered on the floor and from the way his mum was curled up on the ground, he knew she had been crying. But he didn't say anything but helped her to the yellow faded couch in the living room.

She knew then that she had fucked up really bad. “No” Annie shook her head. “And i guess you got what you wanted Annie because i sure as hell can’t leave now” Brushing past her shoulders, Sofia walked out of the doors. And Annie buried her face into her hands. “Fuck.” - “Can i just talk with Oscar?” Ronald said to Cynthia and she was backed in the corner of the room as if she had just heard the worst of news—she had. Because Ronald had explained to her that he didn’t have that much time anymore.