We Slept In Home Alone Novels & Stories

Mom looked at me and asked, “Holly isn’t?” I nodded. “Alright, we didn’t have much of sleep last night so I am going up to sleep.” She said, walking past me while pulling my dad with her. He smiled as he passed me, he still looked intoxicated and only today was I not bothered that they didn’t ask how I was being left home alone last night. I followed them upstairs, making sure I heard the clinking sound of their door being locked before I rushed into my room to change into a baggy trouser and a big polo. I put on my sneakers and rushed back down to the living room. Aiden was still on the sofa like a king and watching Black Adam.

There was something different about sleeping in the big bed all by myself…something odd. I have always slept on the bed alone. In fact, since I was moved into Logan’s room, I have been sleeping alone, and I thought that I missed my room. Well, not really my room since I don’t consider the place my own, but returning to my room that morning after the altercation between Logan and I, I did not expect to feel such depth of loneliness… And dread.

Even if I did not have one, there was no way I could be with my stepbrother, Boris. The mention of Boris reminded me of my mother's wedding night with my stepfather, Titus Wagner. I had been sleeping in my room then. At night, a man slipped into my bed while no one was paying attention. Feeling the figure of about 200 pounds press down on me, I woke up right away and struggled underneath his heavy body. His smelly, sweaty hand covered my mouth while his other hand groped me beneath the covers as he tried to take off my clothes.

"Bye bye." "Bye bye." Westley went home. He was staying at the Howard family’s residence, and even with his parents around, the bedroom still felt too big. Sleeping alone—it was pretty lonely. He had never felt a week drag on this long before. Jordan slept soundly and woke up to a "good morning" message from Westley.

I quickly throw in some short and a t-shirt. “My parents haven’t been around for the past two days now, damn I even got startled by my own shadows. I love the fact that I’m having the house to myself but I also hate it that I’m all alone and school has ended. Lucky me! Invite Betty for a sleep over? No way that bitch will be under Annie’s thighs now if I’m guessing right. I think I need to go and get myself something to eat before I pass out, I mean, just look at the brighter side of it. “Tomorrow” yeah, think about tomorrow and not the fact that you are home alone in a four bedroom house.

BAILEE I went home alone that night. The backstabbing nanny was already fast asleep like she was deliberately avoiding me, and as much as I wanted to confront her for what she had done, I moved past her room and into mine. I was hurt, angry, and exhausted. After a long, hot shower, I had curled up in my empty bed and muffled my sobs with my pillow, so I wouldn’t wake Brinley, until I fell asleep. The cold sheets sent a chill through me as I rolled over in bed, my head pounding from crying myself to sleep.

We both tiptoe out of the room, but before we make it to the door, a small voice stops us. “Wait!” Liam’s sleepy protest is immediate as he sits up, rubbing his eyes. “I don’t wanna sleep alone.” Jason turns back, a smile tugging at his lips. “You’re a big boy now, Liam. You can sleep in your own bed alone.” Liam shakes his head furiously, his lip trembling. “But you and Mommy sleep together every night now. I don’t like being alone.” I glance at Jason, and he sighs, clearly torn. “Alright,” he says, sitting on the edge of the bed. “We’ll stay until you fall asleep.”

I tried to g****e it, but I can't replicate what he said and g****e had no clue when I tried. Jay took me home and when he pulled into the garage, I told him to go home. I was fine at home by myself. He just nodded and stayed in the car. I dropped my keys on the kitchen counter and grabbed a beer. If I was going to be home alone tonight, I was going to take the longest hottest bath of my life. When I got out, I was as red as a lobster and completely relaxed. I put on a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top and went downstairs. I needed another drink and some food and then I was going to crawl into bed and wait for Tyson to come home in piece.

He was half naked in bed with Nora and the kids were standing in front of him demanding an explanation on why he slept on their mother’s bed. Should he just tell them that they were just having sex and nothing more? No, that would make him the worst father in the whole world and he bet that the kids knew what was going on. So he came up with an idea. “Kids, I was very sick, I couldn’t even walk and everywhere was hurting in my body. I was vomiting everywhere and my body was so cold. So I thought that I wouldn’t be comfortable sleeping in my house alone. You do know how lonely it can get “

The suite looked empty, and as much as I wanted to figure out where the father-daughter duo were, I was too exhausted to do the maths. So I simply took a shower, changed into a set of pajamas and crashed into bed. Ashley had made sure we’d overfed ourselves with so much cuisine for a day that the thought of having dinner after that felt daunting. …. I didn’t realize how long I had slept until I woke up to the ray of light streaking through my room. For some reason, I felt a sense of loneliness, having woken up alone. Though I had only woken up once beside Austin… it still felt like something I had gotten used to.