Breaking the rules

Chapter 16

It was too late to be partying. William decided that it’d be a great idea to have my “bachelor party”. I didn’t want to go out, I just wanted to relax with Morana. She didn’t want to relax with me, she agreed for me to be forced out of the house I help pay for.

Now I’m stuck in the back of a car sitting next to Liam. Liam seemed to be the one who didn’t care for events like these. I can see why he was Morana’s best friend. She knew I didn’t like going out without her, but it’s how I passed time in college. Liam seemed the same way. He looks like the kind of guy to rarely goes out in public for “fun”.

“Strippers?” William called out. “Let’s go to the strip club!”

He was overly excited. More excited than I was. I never wanted to go to a strip club once in my life. I have much more self-respect than that. Also, most of the girls I went to school with, probably ended up in the business.

“No, I have much more self-respect than that.” I’m cold to the warm idea of fun. At least to William and Malaki and I’m cold. I don’t go out unless I’m with Morana; I don’t trust anyone.

“Not even one dance?” William looked at me from the rearview mirror.

“No, I love Morana Lily Odinson. She is the only one that can give me such a sinful dance,” I smirked.

She was my love.

I still remember that first dance. In her old kitchen, in the old house. It’s one of my favorite memories. I remember it like it was yesterday, as well.

She rushed out my arms to quickly turn it, but I wanted to see her dance to it. Why is she embarrassed to play with buttons by the Pussycat dolls in front of me? “Doll, why don’t you just keep it on and dance?” I a song that made her smile so much.

“Because I don’t necessarily dance to the song if that makes sense, I act like a stripper instead,” Her cheeks turned bright red when she told me.

“I’d like to see that,” I admitted.

“I might regret this,” she mumbled, as she turned the song on.

When the lyrics started, she took her hair down and flipped it around a few times. Her eyes were filled with lust and sexual desire. I cocked my head as I watched her, acting innocent but devil-like as she always does, but a lot more this time. She slowly took her shirt off revealing her black-laced bra to me. She felt it over her chest. Morana came over to me and started to rub my thighs, and touch me. I heard loud laughter and what sounded like a bunch of drunk teenagers coming from outside. I didn’t pay any attention to it. The door swung open, and I could see Quinn and William at the door. Quinn shrugged her shoulders and walked in and sat on the couch, and William attempted to follow but instead ran into the wall trying to get out as quickly as he could.

I will never forgive William. I just wanted to make love to Morana that night. That’s all she needed that night.

“I’m with Bucky on this. No one does that to Morana,” Liam concurred. I knew he was a cool guy.

“Thank you,” I stated.

I knew Malaki still had a thing for Morana. He steals every fucking glance he can. He likes to eye-fuck her, whenever, wherever. He stared at her lips. Malaki liked to leave little kisses around her. He only needs me out of the picture, but that’ll never happen. I’ll never let her fall back into his arms.

“You both are boring,” Malaki spoke. “What about a bar? We can order wings, watch a game, and get drunk.”

They all suck at ideas.

“I don’t drink. I’m clean for Morana,” I smiled. She made me smile. She’s the reason I even get up in the morning.

“Then, how are we supposed to party then?” Malaki asked.

How fucking ignorant is he?

“How about we don’t party, and you guys drop me off at my house?” I asked.

I felt very aware of everything. I could hear every little thing. I noticed all of the small things. I didn’t like this feeling.

I want Morana.

I need Morana, now.

Looking out of the window was boring. There was so much, and then I missed the sunset with Morana.

Everyday Her and I went outside and watched the sunset. We let ourselves de-stress. I love watching an ombre with Morana. Morana's skin glowed while she basked in the sunlight. She’s my sunlight. And I’m her moon. I keep her grounded.

I don’t feel safe. I only truly know William. I have jealousy of Malaki, yet I know Morana knows who’s better. She wouldn’t have said yes if Malaki was in the picture. They might be old flames, but sometimes flames re-light. I don’t want her to re-light with him. What if she re-lights with Liam or William? Or one of her ex-girlfriends?

It’s not impossible.

“I think I need to go to therapy,” I stated.

“We’re talking about going bowling, and you mention therapy?” Liam laughed. “You know, Morana has a Master’s and an associate's degree in that lane right?” He mentioned one of her greatest achievements. Well, besides escaping death a few times.

“She’s still so proud of that,” I smiled. “Even when her partners were dicks, she kept moving forward.”

I know today was supposed to be about me, but there is only Morana to thank. She is the reason I am the man I am. I am more responsible and fierce, and I’m not an alcoholic anymore. She tells me how it is. She is the only real person on the earth anymore.

“Guys, let’s go fuck some shit up in a rage room,” I smiled.

“Now, we’re talking, big guy!” William cheered. He immediately started speeding to a rage room.

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It was fun hearing things break. The glass shattering allowed me to feel lighter. Every hateful thought is not leaving. They’re being broken.

I’ve traded weapons. It started with knives, then an axe, and now it’s a metal bat. I’ve never had such a larger smile without Morana. I was allowed not to think of the punishment. I didn’t need to think. I wasn’t thinking.

I was enjoying life.

“Hey, Barnes!” someone called. “I think your party is ending, buddy.”

“Let me just break one more thing. Tell my buddies to meet me up there,” I smiled.

I got the “okay” signal from the guy at the cash register, and I waved. I grabbed the bat, and I saw a face. The face had tanned skin and dark eyes. It was a male face. I raised the bat and hit the face. It was bloodied. I hit and hit and hit. My actions were repetitive, and it was gorgeous.

I backed away, and I saw a beaten piece of furniture. Not a bloody and beaten face. Was I hallucinating?