Breaking the rules

chapter 12

It was silent. Not even William made an exhale so loud as to disturb us. Everyone at the table was sending their condolences to Billy. My childhood best friend hurt ma fiance- I need to stop having Morana teach me French. Billy's actions were fucked up.

She’s told me he’s shouted at her, and he pinned her to a wall. She cried for days because she flinched or looked at someone. She doesn’t know, but I read one of her transcripts, and he made her cry because she was excited that one of her celebrity crushes dialed her number by accident. All she said was “hello” and she stated her name. After reading, she told me she wasn’t allowed to be in her dorm by herself. Out of all the bullshit she’s dealt with, she didn’t turn him in for verbal abuse or abuse at all. Now I’m watching some of these grown-ass-men cry over some fucking loser. There is no label for him. I don’t find him a human with emotions. He’s a monster.

When he saw my arm around her waist, he knew I meant business. When he saw that ring around her finger, he remembered what it was like, having such a wonderful girl to call a fiance. He should have known that I’d have a business, and that he and William would be my best friends, through thick and thin. We did not know I could treat Morana like a delicate flower.

There is a damaged little girl under the thorns. It’s ironic, Morana means death, and Lily means- well a Lily has different meanings based on the color. Morana wears black, and then blue. Those deep colors just fit her so well.

“Alright men, last words for the man we lost?”

“Who killed him?” Someone questioned.

“Someone had intentions, said a feminine voice. One woman is in the same building. There’s only one woman-Morana.

“Ms. Bar-Odinson, please leave. This is a private matter,” I stated. “I raised my voice and knew I shouldn't have done it. I raised my voice at my future wife.

“Of course, Mr. Barnes. I was just making sure if anyone wanted these ashes of his?” The men that I called pigs stared at her. “Nobody? Good.” She threw the urn on the ground and smiled. When her body turned the other way, everyone started shouting.

“MEN! Sit down and shut up,” I shouted. “After she did that, you acted like chickens with their heads cut off. Let the woman suffer,” I sighed, realizing I’d protect her more because of this. One of them will chase her, but who will follow her?