The Road Home Novel Novels & Stories

"She loved him. She loved you. That's what matters." Chloe held onto me. "Thank you. For coming. For being here." "You're my sister." "I'm trying to be." I pulled back. Looked at her. "That's all any of us can do." The Road Home Adam was waiting in the car. I climbed in. Sat in silence. "What now?" he asked. I looked at the nursing home fading in the rearview mirror. At the past finally releasing its hold. "Now we go home. We hold our daughter. We live the life we fought for."

I lifted my eyes to the dark hospital windows, where somewhere behind the glass, Damien still lay surrounded by his dramatic family, thinking he could never lose. My phone tightened in my grip, a cold resolve slipping within me. “Is this what a new beginning feels like?” I whispered to the quiet night… ********* The rain kept falling without a pause on my way back home, turning the entire road blurred and indistinct. It was as though the world itself had chosen to cleanse me of my past wounds. I remember turning off the main road without really thinking about it as it was packed with traffic. I took a narrow road; it's a longer route, but a quiet one.

The characters were still there, the drama still existed, but it was no longer mine to inhabit. I looked at the stone in my hand, then out at the horizon. The ice was gone. The road was open. And for the first time in my life, I knew exactly where I was going: back inside, to the warmth of the fire, to the house that was finally, unequivocally, home. We had thawed out, and like the earth beneath the snow, we were ready to bloom.

“But not her. I won't let anything happen to Petrina.” “That’s all I need to know. What happens to me is neither here nor there. I would prefer to stay out of the cells and alive, but I know what I have done, what I am.” “There’s an old dirt road that cuts across from here to MacTire territory, It’s a little quicker than taking the roads. I suggest we take that route.” I had been thinking about the best way to travel home and remembered the connecting road which would cut off almost half a day’s journey. I had used the route countless times when coming from Briarshire.

It was the road home. When I had started this journey, home was the place from which I’d wanted to escape, but I found myself homeless and hungry and so tired I wanted to cry. I wished I had some water and could at least wash my face and make myself presentable, but there was no time for anything as a truck approached me. It was a red Toyota pick-up truck. Part of me wondered if I dreamed or if it was really my parents’ truck. As it drew closer, with the dark shade of red and the black logo of the diner covered the side of the truck. It really was Pa.

‘Oh, take me to that haunted place I know’ ‘Where I used to run these streets alone’ ‘Where all the roads were paved in bones’ ‘No, even in the darkest days I won’t’ ‘I will never make that place my home’ ‘Won't look back, taking control’ ‘My heart won't turn into stone’ The road was open and quiet, not even a car was seen for miles in front of me or behind me. The nerves started to escalate the further we drove down the road. This was unknown territory. It was one thing dreaming about what was past the line. The world was so much bigger but we had been caged into this small bubble. I’d never touched the greener grass on this side. It was frightening as it was thrilling. For the first time i

He plowed through the vegetation that had grown up around us, smashing into a chocolate-brown wolf who’d lurched in front of the truck, but Gage only pressed the pedal down further, propelling the vehicle forward over the obstacle as pained yowls filled the air. The wolves weren’t stupid enough to throw themselves in our path again, but they didn’t fall away until the canopy of trees began to thin above us, an ancient service road leading us out of the nature reserve I’d only just remembered we were in. I vaguely recalled my father driving this same route in reverse all those years ago, the sky beginning to lighten some as the first of my former’s city’s residences came into view, what was l

"Just take it. Didn't you always complain that taking me in was a financial burden on the family? Consider the debt settled." Claire broke down into hysterical sobs, rushing forward to throw her arms around me. "Allie! I don't want the money! I just want you to come home!" I took a swift step backward, leaving her arms catching nothing but empty air. "There's no going back. From the moment you chose to abandon me, the bridge was burned." I turned on my heel and walked away, leaving the sound of Claire's frantic weeping behind me. I didn't look back.

It was in the way Jade looked at him, in the way Ruan guarded his secrets, and in the way my own heart was starting to break for a man who lived by the code of the road. I stood up and walked back to the trailer, the sound of the Harley engines in the distance a constant reminder that we were never truly safe. The road was our only home, but as I lay down on that moth-eaten sofa, I knew that the road was starting to feel like a dead end. And Ruan Montague was the only one with the key to the way out.

When it came time to fill out our college applications, my family focused all their attention on my brother, who suffered from severe claustrophobia. My mother pored over the dorm room sizes at several universities in our city. "Let's just stay local," she said. "It's closer to home, and it'll be easier to take care of Cyrus." Maya Simmons, my girlfriend of three years, even changed her first choice, giving up a university where she had planned to study political science and law in favor of a local teachers college. "Don't worry, Mrs. Lockwood," she said. "I'll stay here and keep him company. I'll look after Cyrus for you throughout all four years of college." My father looked at her, v