Romans & histoires Too Late To Say Goodbye Ann Rule

“That’s one thing I noticed about you right from the start. You’re observant. But Anaisse, you can’t always rely on your limited, firsthand observations to define the realm of possibilities. How do you explain my parents, happily married for thirty-two years come October?” “They’re the exception that proves the rule.” God, she was stubborn. For some crazy reason, it had him fighting a smile. “What rule?” “Excuse me?” “If people like my folks are the exception, what’s the rule? I’d like to know.” “Fine. I’ll call it Annabelle’s rule. Enjoy the moment, have some mind-blowing sex, and leave the candlelight and roses for fairy tales.” “That’s Annabelle’s rule?” “In a nutshell.”

Time to say goobye to the most wonderful, crazy old lady… ---------------

he said with finality “We have through the rules first” My brows dipped in confusion “Rules?” “Yes Rea, Rules” his eyes narrowed to a malicious slit. Gone were the mockery and jabs “And the first rule Loretta, is never, ever ask me to leave you alone”

Marcus replied calmly. She scoffed then folded her arms across her chest,"May I know the rules?". Ann asked and just as Marcus was about to speak, her phone vibrated through her pocket. "A minute ". She excused herself before she lowered her head and pressed her hand against the pocket to find her phone. She breathed heavily when she had found it before she dipped her hand into the pocket and brought out her phone. "One missed call from Silver". She exclaimed as she lingered her eyes on her phone screen that reviewed the alert of a missed call from Silver. "I need to call her". Ann said. "Rule number one Ann". Marcus growled before he yanked the phone off her hand.

"Good." The End

I ask and offer him my hand to shake on it. " Fine. Promise. " He shake it and we hug one more time. " Goodbye , Jerry." I say and walk backwards . " Goodbye and don't call me that. Like ever." I laugh at his grimace and wave . " Take care , Annie!" He shouts. " You too , Jerry!" I shout back and get in cab. I look at the time on my phone- 11:56. Operation complete. Time to meet daddy dearest.

“You’re too late.” ___________________

It was as if he could feel that she had given up from that day onward. …… [23 May. [I returned home after being discharged, but I saw Janice at home. She’s pregnant — with Jared’s child.] …… [25 May. [I hate Jared Crawford.] …… The last sentence in her diary was — I hate Jared Crawford. Jared clearly remembered he violated her that day, which was why she hated him, and she never wrote in her diary from then on. Gwen had written in her diary at the beginning that unless one of them died, she would never stop writing. Did she already decide to die after writing the last sentence?

“Finally! Now those seniors can shove their ego and high and mighty personalities up their asses.” I snorted, feeling light-hearted. Sure, Rosita and Annika had left me alone for days now—literally record breaking—but I'd been dreading their return. Especially after what happened last Tuesday when Azrael took my side and not theirs. But would they really stick to the rules? Gods. I hope they do. Because I knew how much these new rules would piss them off. Later that night, I saw Leanne off and ignored her attempts to get me to keep the gifts for myself.

"Please make an official statement and deal with this! This kind of person must be fired! She's ruining the hospital's hundred-year reputation!" "Fire her! Fire her! Fire her!"