In A Million Chances

9

Amelia sits on the couch in one of Morgan's old t shirts. It's two o'clock in the morning and the tv is on some rerun of a 90s show. Morgan was suppose to be home by now, he went out with some guys from Big Loud. She's not happy because she can only imagine what state he's going to be in when he gets home. She figures she might as well do something so she doesn't go crazy while waiting on him. Amelia's tempted to just go to bed but she's worried about him and knows that sleep won't come, so she goes into the kitchen to do some cleaning. When she's done with the kitchen she glances up at the clock, 3 am and no sign of Morgan. Amelia's seething, he didn't even have the decency to call her.

She gets the vacuum out of the closet and starts violently sweeping the living room. She's finished the living room and is almost done with the bedroom when she hears the door open and the sound of boot's being tossed on the ground. Amelia keeps sweeping, not paying attention to Morgan when he enters the room.

"You're still up Meli?" He slurs and props himself up in the doorway.

Amelia rips the cord out of the wall sock and stalks past him to the closet to put the vacuum up. She can't believe him, of course she's still up. She doesn't think he's stupid enough to think that she wouldn't be worried sick about him. Morgan's follows her as she grabs her water bottle off the coffee table and shuts off the tv.

"Meli? You okay?" She can tell he's crocked and probably not going to remember this in the morning.

"Go to bed, Morgan we'll talk in the morning." She stalks back into the bedroom and slams the door hard behind her. Morgan stands in the living room, drunk and confused.

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Morgan wakes to sunlight beaming in his eyes, a pounding headache and the banging of pans. Flashes of last night come back to him, including the one of Amelia slamming the door to the bedroom so hard it rattled the windows. He groans and makes his way to the kitchen.

Amelia unloads the dishwasher as Morgan takes a seat at the counter. She bangs a spoon on a frying pan on purpose, making him wince and her smirk.

"You're mad." He says. Amelia ignores him and slams the dishwasher shut. Going to the fridge she takes eggs and bacon out, enough for her and no one else. Morgan watches her as she makes herself breakfast and sits down at the dinning room table to eat it. Amelia's not going to baby him today, he's a grown man and can make his own food. She glances at the kitchen counter where he's messing with an ink pen she left up there. He looks like a child who got put into time out. She takes her plate to the sink and starts to clean up.

"Come on Meli, talk to me." Morgan's getting tired of her ignoring him. He doesn't get another word in because Amelia's spinning around to face him.

"Don't you dare come on Meli me. You came home a three thirty this morning drunker than all get out and her I am sittin here worried bout you, you fucking asshole."

Now Morgan's pissed. "I went out with some guys from Big Loud, who the fuck are you? My mama?"

"No but damn it Morgan, I don't care if you drink and go out but you didn't even text me to tell me when you were comin home. I was fucking scared."

"You're just scared because your dad was a drunk and wasn't responsible enough to not drink and drive, don't put me in that fucking category Amelia. I'm not him." Morgan shouts in response and her face crumples. He knows he went too far, he didn't mean for it to come out like that. Amelia grabs her car keys from the counter and slips on her shoes, if he can act like this let's see how he feels when she does it to him.

"Amelia where are you goin?" He follows her outside.

"See how you like it Morgan. Not knowing where the hell someone you care about is after they were supposed to home at a certain time." She yells out as she hops into the drivers seat of her car.