One More Time - Soldier Boy

03

Drumming her fingers along the car windowsill, Morgan drowned out her thoughts through music in her ears.

She shared her seat in the back with Hughie and MM, in the front was Kimiko.

It was a clown car — and she was working very hard not to get angry at how tight it was in here.

Her anger though was infamous if you knew her when she was younger like Hughie did. She's gotten control over it in her adult years, but in her childhood years her parents made her go through extensive therapy — her parents had been suggested that she tried channeling her emotions through something creative.

A new hobby.

That ended up becoming music.

While Hughie's idea of relaxing music is Billy Joel, Morgan's was something else entirely. Metallica, AC/DC, Green Day, etc. anything heavy metal. 

First, her mother signed her up for piano lessons. She didn't want her friends thinking that her daughter was some sort of raged out punk so instead of signing her up for guitar lessons like Morgan wanted she started out with something she wanted.

Eventually, it was her father who ended up signing her up for those guitar lessons she wanted since her mother was being an ass about it.

She was damn good at it, even started her own little garage band when she turned thirteen — but that was quickly shut back down when her mom didn't like the 'messages the songs were portraying', jokes on her though it was a cover song. Her band did cover songs of songs already invented and she got in trouble for repeating what she heard?

Maybe she understood why her mom wanted her to do something classy — but she was anything but that, hell if her mom saw her friends now she'd lose her shit.

However Morgan, as an adult now, just resorted to making herself slowly lose her hearing by having her hearing on full blast. She still had a guitar she'd strum at the office, once in a while though.

She's also controlling her breathing, making sure she doesn't snap at anyone unfairly. For now at least, up til Hughie tapped her on the shoulder to grab her attention.

If Hughie could hear her music through her headphones on full blast, then he knew Morgan was in a mood. "Hey, you good?" Hughie whispered and somehow Morgan heard through full-on screaming in her ears.

She nodded.

Hughie frowned.

The ride was almost over.

***

"Thank fucking god we're out of that cramped ass car—" Butcher watched Morgan shiver from head to toe, he pats her on the back.

"—C'mon luv, not that bad wasn't?"

"With your driving? Yes," every time he was behind the wheel that man was asking for a death wish and drove like a speed demon but then again she guessed that he always had a death wish. He's been... unstable for a bit. Morgan didn't know if he was on drugs or what but whatever it was, she was going to find him out sooner or later. "Anyone else it would've been fine but you drive like a maniac." Morgan wished she was being dramatic. He drove like an unhinged NPC player on GTA.