Before I Fall

Chapter Fourteen

Morgan rolled unto her stomach as the sweet embrace of sleep held her closely. She didn't want to move an inch, so long as she got to stay this way forever. She knew she had to be somewhere but she didn't care at this time. All Morgan wanted- Wake up!  A voice shouted through the fog of her brain making her eyes open suddenly. It was daylight. Fuck!  She shot up from the bed searching for her phone but couldn't find it. Her heart began to beat erratically when she looked at her bedside clock to see it was five minutes before her session began and she was still dressed in her clothes from last night. Lourdes!

Stripping in record time, she ran in the shower and scrubbed everywhere she could quickly, narrowly missing her hair that was still in two perfectly styled long cornrows stuck with glitter. She didn't have the time now to take care of that as it would take a whole day but she would soon. Venturing back into her room after doing only a quarter of her morning routine, she threw on a pair of workout tights and bra with some trainers because today was all about combat training. Morgan also took a jacket in case the weather got cold later.

She grabbed a backpack to put her towel, clothes and some ointment in case she was bruised during her session. Now where the hell was her phone? Her head was hurting and she felt upset with herself for allowing Lourdes keep her past the time they agreed on. Almost out the door, she knew she was already late but she still wanted to try everything in her power to get there quickly. Taking a bottle of water with her from the refrigerator, Morgan did a double take and found her phone lying comfortably in a bowl of salad there. Luckily the equipment wasn't below zero degrees or else it would have been a goner.

Again luck was on her side because she had access to the private elevator that took her downstairs quickly where it just hit her that she had no Jefferson to take her wherever she wanted. She would have to get a car or figure something else out and that something else just presented itself. There it was, a re-invented red and black bicycle that she figured had special features to make her go faster based on all the buttons she saw on it. There it was, pearched on the sidewalk, everyone passing by going to their destinations, no owner in sight and Morgan knew she had to take it.

She would return it later with an apology but right now, she didn't care, she had to go. The doorman looked at the princess and figured out what she was about to do and she felt shame wash over her, but she was in the Underworld so this type of thing was ok right? They looked at each other for almost five seconds before Morgan took off in the blink of an eye, jumping on the bike she pressed the start button and immediately it took off giving Morgan a scare, not even allowing her the oppurtunity to get her feet on the pedals properly.

A bicycle that moved on it's own, she thought she would never see the day but she held on for dear life as it zoomed her through the city. Looking down at the unique handlebar, she saw two buttons with arrow heads pointing up and down.

"Please be the right one." she whispered hopefully as she gingerly touched the down button while still managing to keep her balance on the wretched thing and also swerve out of the path of vehicles and pedestrians. Morgan sighed in relief as she felt the speed of the bicycle reduce at the touch of the knob. She pressed it another four times until it was at a comfortable pace where she could actually pedal on her own. There was nothing wrong with getting a little warm up done ahead of her training.

She slowed to a stop at an intersection in the heart of the city, it reminded her of the Big Apple. The place was as busy and noisy as a hive with a random fight breaking out here and there. There was no authority to maintain order within the city so everyone just did whatever the hell they wanted. Then she heard it, a voice as she waited to cross the intersection and up the hill to her destination. She knew that voice, it was hers!

Where was it coming from? It was loud and seemed like it was coming from every corner of the city and echoing for the whole world to hear. She looked around and saw everyone's head all turned looking in an upward direction. Lord have mercy! Training be damned, there she was in all her glory from the rave last night, the size of a skyscraper in the form of a hologram.

Many pixels combined to make her look like fifty feet fabulous giant that was shaking her ass like there was no tomorrow in the middle of the city. Her back was turned so everyone had a perfect view of her throwing her jiggly butt in a circle. Morgan was happily surprised and annoyed at the same time, she loved the limelight but didn't want to be only known for being a party girl. The icing on the cake was when she turned her upper body to look back with the classic naughty girl finger-biting look straight in the camera and say in a way too sexy voice,

"Good girls go to heaven, I know I won't." she ended then smacked her right butt cheek. Oh the cringe of it all!

This little snippet played in a loop over and over again as the demons cheered and made racy comments that became too much for her ears. Remembering the task at hand, Morgan rode away from the huge crowd that was now gathered before anyone took the time to realize it was her riding on a stolen bike.

She faintly remembered this scene from last night, all she could recall was that she was dancing and enjoying herself when someone tapped her on the shoulder and asked that the princess say something in the camera. She didn't think anything of it until now. She was kind of pleased that people were now realizing that she wasn't dead as she'd heard before  but she wanted to be known for more than that if she was to take over from Mignon. Her photos and videos of her dancing were thrown up on screens all over the city as Morgan rode along, this would have to be dealt with later.

Eventually, she reached the institution's gate and got off the bicycle and to her surprise, she saw Lourdes getting out of last night's jeep in the parking area. What was she doing here? There was a smaller section at the gate for persons to walk through after being pressing a buzzer for permission for entrance first and that's what she did. The camera turned in her direction scanning her face and then the door opened up with a beep to allow her inside. Morgan power walked to the entrance with no intention of greeting her sister and by now was more than ten minutes late for her class. However, Lourdes had other plans of stalling her. She could see the blond super model rushing over towards her from her peripheral view.

"You're late!" was the first thing Lourdes shouted as she approached her further fueling Morgan's annoyance and anger.

"No shit Sherlock! I wonder whose fault that is."

"Wha-? You can't blame me for that, I tried getting you home on time." she replied panting as she kept up with Morgan's fast steps.

"I can and I am! You know how I can be when I'm at a party and I told you I didn't want to go."

"You could have said no." Lourdes argued.

"I did say no but 'I won't take no for an answer missy' " Morgan mocked Lourdes in a ridiculous voice.

"Okay, fine you did but don't tell me you didn't you have a great time last night? Come on M, you can't lie about that."

"That's not the point Lourdes."

"Then what is it?" she enquired. By this time Morgan and her sister had reached the entrance of the buildibg and was crossing the foyer. In the middle of explaining what Lourdes should have done and reaching inside her backpack for her class schedule her mind was so engrossed when she felt something better yet someone ram her shoulder with brutal force to send her bag flying and her things scattering on the floor. Morgan was already angry at everything and everyone so this sent her off the rails. She didn't even look to see who it was and didn't give a flying fuck before she started tearing into them.

"Watch it dickhead! Didn't you see me walking here?" Her voice echoed in the room. Morgan glanced up a little while she bent down to pick up her things.

"Maybe if you took that fucking wig off you could get some semblance of direction." she jeered. The room was deathly silent as Morgan continued to retrieve her things, an ant could walk by and it would be a stomp.

A bloody scream ripped from Lourdes' throat as she flung her body on Morgan's head, pushing them both to the ground.

"Nooo!"