We Slept In Home Alone Novels & Stories

Live. After I washed and dried my hair, I put on my old shaggy robe and settled into my room. Mom still wasn't home, so I buried myself under the covers, turned on the light, and probably decided to try to sleep. Maybe it will work out this time. Maybe this time I won't be staring at the ceiling most of the night because I miss someone and I don't want to sleep alone. I can't sleep alone, dammit. I was already on the edge again. To hell with it.

Bethany’s Pov I smiled as Adams sleep peacefully, loving how warm he was. His arm was wrapped around me and his soft snores as he slept brought a weird sense of comfort to me that I never knew I needed. For over a year I slept alone in our queen size bed. I would always stay awake for hours listening to the howling of the wind at night or the way the window flaps would bang against our bedroom window. I would stay outside for as long as I could so I would be able to have a little peace. Peace I didn’t realize would come if I just had my husband sleep next to me.

Inside, a group of friends were laughing loudly, sharing drinks and stories. For a moment, Ethan watched them. Then he looked away. Moments like that always reminded him of the same painful truth. He had always been alone. Not just physically. But in every way that mattered. The Strange Feeling The rain began to fall even harder as Ethan turned into a narrow street behind several closed stores. This shortcut usually saved him ten minutes on the walk home. But tonight, something felt… different. The streetlights flickered above him. Once. Twice. Then suddenly—

This is great Selena. I put the device back where it is, fluff up the pillow, cover myself back snugly, and stare at the ceiling trying to figure out something to make me fall asleep. Until I realize that sleeping in a space alone is not my thing. Yes, I would like to have Hunter by my side, but besides him, I could have my mother in another room like at home. It is unbearable to be alone. I sleep out of my internal obligation; I sleep out of anger at myself for not being able to sleep.

"They've been married for five years, but he's still a virgin. Who would be willing to marry him? Those who don't know any better probably think that he has some sort of disgusting disease." I pathetically sank to my knees and numbly listened to their insults. I no longer had the heart to care about the promises of forever that Wanda and I had once made to each other. Just as I prepared to leave, the chilling sound of a beep resounded in my ears. Mason stood a short distance away in a secluded corner. He was holding the remote, waving it at me. The fine hair on my neck stood on end as I watched the numbers rapidly count down. I mustered all the strength I had left to scramble to my feet and

That he’d stay. But deep down, I knew better. And tonight, on the first night my daughter slept under my roof, I learned exactly how alone I really was.

Walking into my bedroom, I drop my backpack to the side and crash onto my bed. My phone vibrates and I see a text from my mom, saying that she won't be coming home tonight. She's pulling an all-nighter at the station to resolve some rookie issues with filing, apparently someone did it all wrong and she has volunteered to fix it with one other person. This brings a smile to my face. I'm home alone for an entire night, hours and hours to myself.

I begin, and she looks at me quietly, waiting for me to explain further. "I took some time away from home for a few days. I needed some peace after everything that happened. Today, when I returned, it felt strange because there was no one at home. I took a shower and lay down for a bit, and I ended up falling asleep. I woke up to a strange man calling me.

My eyes were as bright as sunshine, and I couldn't sleep. I kept tossing on the bed, almost in tears. I'm not used to sleeping alone, I've never done it before so I'm not used to it. Back at home, I always sleep beside mom, and from the first day in school here, I've been sleeping with Nina in the room and it feels comfortable.

It makes me feel so vulnerable. Being alone also means being stuck with my dark thoughts. What if my family is here? What will they do after not seeing me for five years? They may not have been here physically but they've disrupted my sleep almost every night I've been away from them. I don't think I could handle seeing them again. I'd rather die than be tortured for not doing the smallest things. I can't do that again. I won't do that again.