Playing The Waiting Game

Chapter Two

June 8th 2015

"Maxwell, get your butt down here! Breakfast is ready" my mother yells from downstairs as I hear the clinging of plates being settle down on the table. I glance at the clock that sits on my night table, 7am. I groan sitting up rubbing my eyes and decide its best if I just get up now and start my day. I have a job at Sherry's Crab Shack it's about 15 minutes away in car and 30 if walking. I don't work today, which is perfect.

I head downstairs as I see my sister already seated at the table reading some magazine most likely bad-naming famous people. I walk into the kitchen kissing my mom on top of her head, "Morning Mom". She replies by handing me a plate of my favorite thing to eat in the morning, French toast. I smile and walk back to the table settling down.

"Don't you work today?" Marina asks. Marina is the oldest out of Mark and me. She is 26 and soon to be married, her fiancé John is living across town because of his job but she refuses to move out until their officially married. I don't get it, but it's not my life so I don't ask. "No" I flatly answer, I've never had a really good relationship with Marina she's just so bitchy and moody all of the time. I can't stand it, its way easier with Mark. We're closest in age and I guess we understand each other more.

"Hmm, well maybe you should call in you know mom can really use the money..." And this is exactly what I mean. Marina has a great job that pays top notch, and yet she still bashes on Mark and I when we are not working. I try so hard not snap on her because I will end up saying something we'll all regret. Mom comes into the kitchen sitting down as she grabs her own plate of food. "Mark! Get your butt down here!" She yells.

I take a bite of the French toast, "He isn't here." Marina mutters.

"What where is he?" Mom asks perplexed. No one answers and I honestly don't know where Mark could be, more than likely fell asleep at a party. Who knows?

"No one knows?" Mom yells slightly, no one answers and she sighs I keep eating my food as Marina decides it's time for her to speak. "See what I mean Mom? You have to keep a leash on these boys, their getting out of control!" I roll my eyes, keep calm Max, and keep calm.

"Marina, not now please" she closes her eyes but Marina keeps going. "I'm just saying, this wouldn't be happening if you would-" and that's where I lose it.

"SHUT UP!" I yell getting up from my chair as I bang my fist on the table. "Just mind your own fucking business Marina! And stop acting like you can rule us around; Mark is old enough to whatever the fuck he pleases, stop belittling us just because you're marrying the richest bachelor of Florida. We have jobs, we have money and we definitely help mom out. That's something you know nothing of! So just shut the fuck up" I bang the table once more as Mom stands up frantically moving her hands out across my chest.

"Calm down Maxwell" she soothes, I am so angry right now I move my mom's hands out of my chest as softly as possible and turn away. I can feel the blood in my veins pumping at a millisecond. I am furious right now and I need to take it out on something, and I know just the thing.

I quickly get changed into something more comfortable and grab a duffel bag sorting some clothes in it. Once I'm done I grab my cellphone and headphones walking out of my room, I hear my mom ask me where I'm going but I am too upset to even talk right now. I put the headphones in and start walking.

Marina has always been like this, always trying to belittle others around her. And now more so since she is marrying John. I don't know if our relationship would ever get better, I think it will once she's out the house for good. At this moment I just wish my dad was here, I don't think it would've gotten to that point. He was always the voice of reason in the house the one everyone obeyed, Mark used to call him General when he got a little too serious.