Breaking the rules

Chapter 3

I held Morana to my side as I went into my childhood home. It was tall and bleak. There were still so many drops of blood spattered on the walls. Morana was sure to be the last woman I ever brought here. All I needed was to get Rebecca and Nathanial out of this purgatory. "You seem to whisper randomly a lot. I wonder how many times you have snuck into a house," I observed her behavior. I know she hated it here from the moment we walked in. The first time I didn't bring her, she brought herself.

"Too many times, Buck," she smiled, pulling herself closer to me. If she tried to get any closer, she would be on top of me.

"Oh, Bucky! You're here... finally," my sister Rebecca ran over. Her grip was tight, almost as tight as my fiance. "Are you staying?" Her eyes were brown like tree bark. Rebecca was on my right side because she would've run Morana out of the way if I didn't have her there.

William told me to introduce Becca and Morana like they were dogs. Do it slowly and on their terms.

"hi, " Morana whimpered, stepping to the side as I pulled away from Rebecca.

"Who's this?" My sister joked. "She's smaller than me and short!"

"This is my fiance," I smiled proudly, pulling Morana back closer to me. Rebecca wiggled her eyebrows and patted my shoulder.

"Hi, I'm Morana," she muttered, holding her hand out. Morana heard how protective I was of my siblings and has seen what my mother was capable of.

Morana was approaching this carefully. She was not forcing herself into my sister. She was calm. This would be the first time that Morana could be approachable. Her eyes were soft and welcoming. It was like she wanted to meet Rebecca.

"Are you a child? Bucky, is she underage?" She questioned. I rolled my eyes at her childish behavior. Even in college, my sister, Rebecca Lynn Barnes, was a child. I don't blame her. They filled her childhood with how to have proper manners, and not playing in the mud. "I'm Rebecca, his only sister."

"Don't be mean, Bec," I scolded playfully. She despised the nickname "Bec". she said it made her sound like a bitch, and how she would want to take someone's husband, but I had something to get her to focus.

"This is awkward, but I'm gay. What are you?" Morana panicked. She read my sister's energy and saw how happy and bright she was. Rebecca sometimes was the only sunlight in the storm; she always made a rainbow.

"Oh my god, I'm gay too!" Rebecca laughed.

"Morana, c'mon," I laughed, a little embarrassed that this is how she starts a conversation. She used such a different approach, then I would. There was this game Rebecca played with her friends, "36 answers". If you didn't answer, you answered a question online.

"Well, looks like both of our mothers cannot produce heterosexual daughters," Morana laughed, letting her death grip on my shirt go. "But hi. I'm Morana, I'm marrying your brother, help me."

"You're telling me, I shared a room with him for almost ten years," Rebecca shook her head.

"I'm sorry, I share a house with him... I top him," Morana joked around. It was innocent humor, but I know Morana did not mean as innocent. Morana was a fibber. Does she top me? I don't think that's what she'll be saying later.

"Wow, nobody's been able to do that to him," Becca commented. "So, you're submissive now, huh?" Both of them were laughing. The belly laughs were filling the hallway, as they both were doubling over, gasping for air.

"He has a boyfriend on the side, they have several quickies while I hang out with his boyfriend's girlfriend," my fiance laughed. I let go of her and she almost fell over, as so my sister.