Two Tears In A Bucket Book Novels & Stories

She tipped the bucket over and she's now blaming me? "I didn't–" I start saying that I did not actually kick the bucket, she did, but she stops me with a resounding slap across the cheeks, my head whips in the opposite direction as a result of the force. I bite back a yelp and swallow my tears, I. Will. Not. Cry. I look at the mess on the floor and tears immediately spring to my eyes. Now I'll have to do the work all over again. I look up at Alpha and his eyes are shining with anger. I gulp, he definitely won't support me in this situation.

Now that someone was going to the Fire Dragon territory in her stead, relieved smiles broke out on all their faces. I trudged back to my chamber, my heart full of nothing but sadness. On the desk, I saw the family portrait of the four of us. I was the only one scrunched up at the back, face blurred. The other three were wrapped in each other’s arms, laughing—smiles so bright they stabbed. I tore the photo to pieces and tossed it into the trash. I shredded the iceroot Morpheus had sent me and threw that in the bin too.

She pressed a hand to her mouth in an attempt to muffle her sobs, her emotions threatening to consume her. In the quiet solitude of the bathroom, her tears fell like rain. It was as if each tear held the weight of her fears, her regrets, and the overwhelming uncertainty that now hung over her future. She sank to the bathroom floor, her back against the wall, as the reality of her situation crashed down upon her.