Wanted For Pleasure: vol 2

Chapter 57: blacking out

dedicated to a new friend smaragdine_aries ❤️

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"You're doing things you've never done before, and more importantly, you're doing something."

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𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔

Months ago

"You act just like Malcolm - neglecting me." Morgan mumbles under her breath as she puts on her earrings in the vanity.

My jaw hits the floor at the mention of that name.
"No I don't!" I insist.

"Yes you do." She argues, walking down the stairs once she's finally done getting ready.

"No I don't!" Is all I can say in my defense.

"Yes you do."

"Nuh-uh!"

"Ya-huh!" She yells back.

"Children!" My mother raises her voice in the foyer. "Cry about your juice boxes later. We have a reservation, now let's go." She's the voice of reason, rushing us out the door, meanwhile my father just rolls his eyes.

Morgan looks back at me coldly so I push her through the door, outside, and she smacks her lips.

She waits to let me walk by and kicks me in the back of my knee.

I stand there, stiff, with my jaw clenched as I stare down at her.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

At dinner, I pull out a chair for Morgan but she doesn't sit there, she sits between my mother and hers.

"Really?" I scowl, still waiting for her to correct herself and seat near me.

"What?" Her tone is sharp. "I don't have to always sit next to you." She claims, looking up at me through her eyelashes.

Mom clears her throat to steal my attention. "Get it together." She whispers at me as she tries to remain calm and place the napkin in her lap.

I sigh deep with frustration. Morgan is forcing me to be the bigger person here.

"Can we talk?" I growl, pinching the bridge of my nose.

Morgan rolls her neck, pushing the hair over her shoulder. "No, just sit down."

"Morgan." The bass in my voice is enough to get her to stand.

I hate that we have to act like this in this fancy ass restaurant when we're supposed to be spending time with our parents but her petty attitude leaves me no choice.

I stuff my hand in a pocket and the other hand swipes down my annoyed face, trying to think of the words to say.

"Is there a reason you're acting like a child in front of everyone?"

She drops her arms. "I'm surprised you noticed."

"What's that supposed to mean?" My face curls with confusion.

"I've had the same complaint since we moved, if you don't know why I'm upset it's because you don't care."

"What?!" I flail my arms. "I can't read your mind, Morgan."

"You don't have to! How many times have I told you that I'm not happy, and I don't like the way you've just put me on the back burner?"

"Back burn— Morgan, I. Have. To. work." I emphasize every word. "I'm sorry I don't always have time for you."