Sad Eyes On My Block Novels & Stories

A few minutes alone will give me a chance to scrape up my last surviving brain cells. “S-sure. Okay.” Cheeks pink, Sadie wobbles out of the pop-up bar. She doesn’t look back at me.

Grayson looked at Sandra's and Bobby's tear-streaked faces and reluctantly stepped aside to let them in. Bobby immediately spotted the little cakes on the table and reached for them, only to be yanked back by Sandra. Under his mother's fierce gaze, he lowered his head, whining, "Daddy, I was wrong. I shouldn't have scribbled on your work files…" Seeing Bobby's pitiful expression, Grayson was momentarily reminded of Alicia crying, and his heart softened. But then panic flared again—where were Alicia and I? Why hadn't we returned home so late?

I know I am crying and all I can think about is how much I hate myself and how much I love Nova and I fucked up. I need to talk to Cade, but now he has blocked my phone as well. So Saturday night at Mariposa it is. I maybe can kill two birds with one stone and talk to them both. Tell them what an ass I am and how much I miss my babe and my best friend. There is a problem. The bouncer turns me away and says, “On Orders of Ms Candy Aldo is not to be allowed entrance Until I say! Anyone who lets him in will pay a price!” I have really done it! I don’t even know where to begin…how can I fix this if they won’t speak to me? *****

I’m sorry for not being so responsive lately. Adam: No problem. I mean it sucks, but I just want you to be OK. How is it back in the house? Sidney: Good. Kendra and the kids are here, so it feels normal. Mostly. Adam: I’m so glad you’re not alone there. But I wish I was there too. I would feel better there. Sidney smiled to herself, glancing up from her computer screen to see a young girl gutted across the TV. She caught herself assessing the realism of the blood and edges of the wound, just like old times.

SILVAN The sky is a gloomy grey, just the perfect weather to complement my foul mood. I finally managed to get Hayley to stop crying a while ago, but that didn’t last because right now, she’s on her knees, her fingers buried in the dirt and her forehead pressed against the wet tombstone, crying her eyes out all over again. Something hard and painful lodged itself in my throat when I received her call early this morning, and it has refused to go away.

But they don't see you how I see you, Parlay and Desi Sadie is next down the aisle. My first thought when I see her is, she looks ill. Like really sick. You can see pregnant life is not doing well by her. I watch Beckett watch her, I see the look in his eyes, and I feel like my annoying little sister is growing up. When Sadie reaches me, I hug her. “You like shit…” I whisper in her ear. She pulls away from me and glares at me. I give her an innocent smile. She rolls her eyes.

“Glad to know. Well, I’ve been thinking about letting Kade mark me. I know I’m still new to this world, but I’m so comfortable with him. It’s probably why none of my other relationships worked out. I was meant to be his.” “I know exactly what you mean,” I said as I wrapped Matt’s arms tighter around my body. Just then, as if he’d been summoned by her words, Kade burst into the room and scared the shit out of me. “Shit! Sorry, Taylor, I didn’t mean to scare you like that. Matt, I’ve been linking you for the last twenty minutes, man, why are you blocking me?” He looked at Kade as if the answer was obvious. “I told you guys that I need to be here tonight. I can’t focus on anything else but Tayl

Tears stung my eyes and flowed freely with snot and saliva, covering my whole face. I sobbed and yelled, “What do you people know? You don’t know my sister! Kellan ruined my sister’s life! He ruined me and ruined everything! Let me go! They all deserved to die!” Rage and sorrow roiled within me and poured out through my uncontrollable cries.

"You live in Block 4-1, correct?" The question came completely out of left field. Jacob probably assumed that I was finally getting ready to cave, so his reply came back instantly, dripping with arrogance. "Yeah! Block 4-1, Unit 708. My name is on the deed! What's the matter? Now that your fraud is exposed, are you trying to come over and beg for mercy? Or are you trying to threaten me? "News flash! I'm screen-recording this entire chat. You try anything funny, and I'll call the cops on you!"