We Slept In Home Alone Novels & Stories

Chapter 52 Taylor Anderson Night finally came and this is going to be my first time sleeping alone, I know it's crazy but I already told myself that I could do this so while coming back home from my evening walk I bought a lot of snacks and drinks, I'm going to have fun by myself and when I'm tired I'm going to go to bed.

I walked behind him to the door and watched sadly as he went into his jeep and drove off. **** For dinner, I ordered a vegetarian pizza with a bottle of cucumber bubbly water. I sat around the two-seat table, barely touching my meal. I started to consider if I'd made the right decision in not returning home, though my mother doesn't want me there. Though I felt alone at my previous home, with my mother ignoring me. I felt even more alone being the only person in the apartment. I put away my food and went into my room to get a clean pair of clothes to take a bath. I return to my room dressed in a white silk nightgown and pink bed slippers.

For the first time in years, I do not feel alone in my own home. Sleep comes easier than it has in weeks, and with it, dreams I never used to have.

Every morning, I was the only one left at home, either sleeping or eating and doing nothing. The entire family went out to work, while I offered to help with the house chores. I'd been here for a month now and adopted the way they dressed here. I shared a room with Ashley, and the house was large enough, but I insisted on it. There were numerous guest rooms, and Mr Alan wanted to turn one into my room, but I refused. I couldn't sleep alone anymore, I was too scared, and sleeping alone in a room wouldn't help. I dreaded being kidnapped again, but if it were to happen, I'd rather take matters into my own hands and end my life.

That was just who we were—she-wolves to the core. The day had felt long, like time was moving in slow motion. When I finally got home, the house was empty. Quiet. For once, I didn’t mind. I decided to take full advantage—ran a hot bath, soaked until my fingers pruned, then curled up in bed with the TV on. I must’ve fallen asleep halfway through the movie. When I woke up, it felt like I’d been out for hours. Still no one home. Just soft light filtering through the windows and that deep, still calm you only get when you're alone.

Unwanted in her own home. She plopped onto the bed and turned on the tv… though sleeping wasn’t going to be easy. It had been too long since she’d slept here. and she wasn’t used to sleeping by herself. Her phone buzzed .. it was Aspen texting her .. asking if she was okay. But she didn’t feel like talking, even to her best friends.

Sean is older, while Kate, my age mate, is over the moon to have me around. We gather around the table after a delightful meal, catching up. Feeling tired, I stand up and say my goodnight. Lying in bed, I gaze at the ceiling. I can't help but think about my family and work. The next day, I was alone at home. I pour out my emotions in my journal. Afterward, I pamper myself with a self-care ritual, taking great care of my body.

It was just us. By the time I fell asleep tangled in his sheets, my limbs aching in the best possible way, I realized something I didn’t want to admit out loud yet. This wasn’t just a sleepover. This was home.

~Corinne’s Point of View~ “Mama, I love your cuddles,” I heard, making me stir. I squeezed the warmth in my arms, it was my son Jakob. Oh, and Helena apparently. I really didn’t know what it was to sleep alone but it wasn’t as though I was able to give the kids all their own beds. I couldn’t even believe that I had slept, basically only because my body was THAT tired. That exhausted. I still couldn’t even believe it.

Her face had been so pale, but it was only later that he found out that she had gone to the hospital alone that day. She had gone to the hospital alone, terminated their child alone, and gone back to the apartment alone. Then, at two in the morning, she received a call from Tonya with his phone and took the subway for half an hour by herself to pick him up. On the call, Tonya had been calling his name. He had been too drunk to know anything, but I knew because I heard everything. Mark stood at the airport entrance as the rain drifted in, cold against his face, making him shiver. He took out his phone and dialed the number he knew by heart, but it was still powered off.