Breaking the rules

Chapter 13

“I swear no one gets this shit right!” Morana shouted. She’d been up since 6 this morning and hasn’t taken a break. She did everything in the house within two hours. Now, at the office, she’s even shouted at her energy drink. Next will be the fictional characters on her phone. Her hair was in a messy bun and clothes were lazy clothes. Cloth shorts and a Marvel t-shirt. I wasn’t complaining, but she was. She complained about the smaller things, like the water-bill increased by five dollars.

She wasn’t ever this hostile or spiteful. She was grasping at the idea of being happy and married and relaxed. She didn’t have papers all over the floor or her desk. There is chaos, but Morana was clean. I miss when she was calm, but then the ideas piled up.

“Do you want to hit something? It’ll be alright. I assure you,” I told her. She needed no more stress on top of the wedding. She only got a break when she ate or went to sleep. She didn’t even brag about the new Marvel news. She stayed out of her office at home, too. “Take a break, please?”

“I have no time for a break.”

“You have time for a break, Morana. Take it, now,” I demanded. “If you don’t a get a break, you will break.”

“I won’t break, because this is how I was raised! I am the oldest! I am the first everything!” she yelled. Her eyes were red, almost bloodshot. Her veins were bulging, and her knuckles were white. Her voice sounded hoarse. The rasp was cute, but she needed to put the papers down.

“Morana, must you not forget, I am the oldest to, I was 10 when I got the business. I inherited it. You made your place. Now, I watched my father work himself to death, so before your kill yourself, and the others around you go take a break.”

“You-I-umm,” I pulled a card I never wanted to pull. I pulled my trauma and manipulated it to scare her. I scared her because she fears losing us. She is afraid that we will die. I’ve seen her cry because of a nightmare. The nightmare left us all dead. She then yelled in her sleep, sobbing, and no one was there. I woke her up, but I didn’t assure her we wouldn’t pass away. It’s everyone’s end.

“Go. Now.”

“Oh Okay,” she wiped her face, and I felt how warm I was. I realized my knuckles also turned white.

Morana scowled away, and I heard her sniffle. Her break shouldn’t comprise crying. She’ll get a migraine afterwards. “Grab some ADVIL and take a nap, doll,” I advised. “I will get this paperwork done and faxed.”

Who the fuck still faxs paperwork?