The Dramatics I Cried All The Way Home Novels & Stories

"Be honest with me. Even though I drugged you that time, you enjoyed it, didn't you? You should be thanking me. Someone with your looks would never have had the chance to entertain over ten men in one night." After saying that, Lilyanne leaned into Jimmy's arms, his hands squeezing her bottoms. They both admired the photo as if it were a piece of fine art. The flash of the camera, a stark reminder of that horrific night at the bar, sent a tremor of fear through me. Yet, the fury that surged within me, a resilient force, gave me the strength to fight back despite the agony. As Jimmy and Lilyanne engaged in their revolting display, his foot shifted slightly. I seized the moment, lunging forwar

Two days later, with the household staff holding me for support, I walked into the Gray family's memorial hall. I sat weakly on a chair while Walter crawled across the floor, looking like a wretched mess. His entire body was covered in wounds and blood. Even his clothes were completely destroyed. It looked like he had suffered a lot in the last few days, most likely having been given a good beating. When he saw me, his eyes flickered with emotion. As for me, I felt a surge of rage when I saw his face. He had killed my child and livestreamed my suffering online.

My stomach was already cramping with pain, so tears instantly streamed down my face as my body protested against the abuse. Nicole's chest heaved, and she looked as black as thunder. "How can you still have the nerve to say that? I've been giving you chances for the past five years. I told myself I would forgive you as long as you come home and tell me where Mom's belongings are. "Yet, what have you done? Jack, you really aren't worthy of being a member of the Thompson family! "You certainly do not deserve to be my brother!" she shouted at me with red-rimmed eyes, losing her composure in a rare display of disbelief as a result of being extremely disappointed in me.

go. Mom's eyes were empty. She couldn't see anything except the girl who'd taken everything from her. Her daughter. Her hope. The only reason she still wanted to live. Her grip tightened. Sadie's nails left red scratches across Mom's hands. She kicked wildly, knocking the blanket to the floor. Her face turned purple. Her lips went blue. Tears and snot ran down her face. Her hand scrambled across the nightstand until it found the lamp. With the last of her strength, Sadie grabbed the base and swung.

Cailen mumbled because it was the only thing he could think of to say. "You're not, though," Asher argued, sitting up properly to look at him. "You were crying, Cai." "I always cry when I'm drunk," Cailen defended meekly. Asher shook his head. "Not like this. You were sobbing, asking me why she left you. We had to leave early and take you home because you wouldn't stop," Asher explained. "I was drunk," Cailen replied. "I'm fine, it's nothing," he mumbled, his words feeling empty and meaningless.

Steve hollers that he has dibs to play the next round and becomes lost in the crowd of overgrown "boys" You can tell Jamie is a bachelor by his house. Car and movie posters are plastered on every wall. With pictures of his kids in nice frames on shelves in the bare spots along with model cars and different trophies. Every room is simple with a simple layout and basic appliances but comfortable furniture. Though he’s one of the cleanest single guys I’ve ever met. Everything has its place. Overall, it is a nice little trailer house. He’s done a lot of work on it so far. Hard to believe this is the same house as when he first moved in. The walls were busted up, the kitchen needed a new floor an

He turns following her finger with his eyes to where I am already watching him. "So if by the time the bar closes And you feel like falling down I'll carry you home Tonight."

the girls said in unison, hugging them both before the group all began to cry again. "Let's go eat before we flood the area with these tears," Joni said. "You people cry more than anyone I have ever met," she sighed as she walked past them. Everyone laughed, knowing that she was more dramatic than most people and cried all the time, as they followed her to the cars.

The show had to go on. I stood up with a glass of wine in my hand and laughed scornfully at him. "You're already so poor, and you also have an old mother who's severely ill. You want me to go home with you? For what? "To go home to serve your mother? You want me to go home and pay off your debts with you? "You're dreaming, Ansel!" I poured the wine all over him. Ansel's shoulders shook as he listened to me humiliate him. He turned around and left.

She didn't answer anymore and continued her strides away from that dirty house. She treads her way out at the fastest speed her legs and feet can handle. That was too much for her to hear and now she'll never not be reminded of it. She rode a taxi and pretended to herself that she's fine, that it's ok. But in the end, loud cries echoed inside the car. The driver could only give her some tissues but of no use at how heavy her tears oozed. She cried and cried while pressing her chest because it has gotten so compressed. She can barely breathe.