The Fear Of Being Alone Reba นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I felt a sense of helplessness well up inside me. How could things still turn out like this? Irene's smug voice continued ringing in my ears. "The villa is mine now! It's all mine! You only have yourself to blame for being so dumb, Ingrid! I can't believe you actually thought that Mom would be so nice to you, even if she appeared to you in your dreams!" When Rose heard that she had two healthy baby grandsons, she rushed into the room in great joy. However, the moment she caught sight of the barking baby on the floor, she turned pale with shock.

he barked. I stepped forward, ignoring the sharp pain in my leg. My voice cut through the noise. "Hold on, Dad. Let's get all the information first. I think they have something important to say." My father faltered, clearly thrown off by my interruption. He cleared his throat, adjusting his posture as if to regain control. "R-right. Everyone quiet down," he ordered. "They're already restrained. Let's hear what they have to say." From the corner of my eye, I saw Debbie appear, hovering anxiously near the entrance. Her face was pale, her hands trembling. "I-I'm so scared," she whispered, voice shaking.

Then she spoke, “Veronica.” Like a fool, I still looked up to her. I can only see her back, almost a silhouette from the light outside of the opened cell doors. I don’t know if my desperation hallucinated it but her last words were, “I wish things were different.” My nightmares from then on were being betrayed. But deep down, in its core, the real fear lies in the realization that I had no one who loved me. I was utterly alone. The thing I was most scared of is loneliness.

The day her parents never came back. Enola squeezed her eyes shut. Her breathing turned uneven. “Stop…” she whispered to herself. But it didn’t stop. It never did. The loneliness came back first. Then the fear. Cold. Familiar. She stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. Her hands trembled. Her body felt too light. Too unstable. “I don’t want this…” The words slipped out without thought. “I don’t want to be alone again.” But the next thought hit just as hard.

With her glass down now, Barbra’s expression slowly shifted. The glow of excitement that had brightened her face earlier dulled into something else. Fear. Her lips pressed together, and she stared blankly at the tiled floor, her shoulders stiff. “I’m scared,” she whispered, her voice trembling. Evelyn, surprised, turned her head sharply. “Scared? Of what, my daughter?” Barbra’s fingers twisted nervously around the rim of her empty glass. She raised her eyes briefly, then dropped them again. “What about Celine’s child? What if she and Adam somehow meet again tomorrow… and because of the child, they start getting back together? What becomes of me then? What happens to us?”

Loud, suffocating, meaningless. The Truth I’m not scared of dying. I’ve danced with death too many times—drunk driving, drug overdoses, blackout nights on rooftops I don’t remember climbing. No, death isn’t what scares me. What scares me is being alone. Truly alone. No lights. No distractions. No parties. Just me and the silence. Because in that silence, I have to face it. The truth. That maybe I don’t deserve love. That maybe I pushed the one person who saw me—really saw me—so far away, she’ll never come back.

I know you’re angry I left mate, but I have my reasons and one of them was to keep him safe,’ I speak inwardly hoping to coax her out knowing I won’t get through this without her. ‘Tori,’ Reika’s sad voice floods my mind, I whimper as tears fall down my cheeks relieved to know she’s not abandoning me. ‘Thank you, I don’t know if I can do this alone,’ I whisper, getting out of bed I look around wondering what to do next. ‘You’re never alone, come on let’s go for a hunt and take our minds off everything,’ Reika suggests as she presses forward and begins to take away all the negative feelings she can.

I've told her I'm single so she must have assumed I'm lonely and sexually frustrated but she couldn't be father from the truth. You see, I'm into BDSM and go to a club called Club Sin. It's a night club dedicated to BDSM and is even fitted with a stage for live shows. I've been a member for years now and have become close friends to three people in particular: Marcus Carlisle. He is the owner of Club Sin and pretty scary when you don't know him. He's one of my closest friends and trained me to become a dominant when I first joined. We've had our fair share of sexual experiences together which included him topping me as a part of the training.

Reina called out. "Yes?" replied Sabrina quickly. "I see that you're a little anxious. Are you still scared?" asked Reina, to which Sabrina nodded. "Then let's distract that fear. How about a chat? Tell me about your life before this," said Reina, trying to distract herself. Sabrina was silent for a moment. Then, she thought that Reina's idea was not bad either. So, she decided to just join in the topic of conversation that Reina proposed, so that her fear would be slightly reduced.

So, I no longer wonder why she is insecure with me. Rebeka is also smart, but I am smarter than her. So she is always disgusted when everyone compares us together. But what she didn’t know, I was the more insecure because she has a whole and happy family. I let out a deep sigh. Was this the life God wanted me to live? The hardship, it's also annoying to be jealous of those whose families. If only it would be like this sad now, I wish I hadn't lived. I hope Mom and Dad have included me in their death. Because living alone was not what I’d been expecting my whole life. It was painful and difficult to be alone.