"I was FINE!" I snap.
"You didn't look fine to me, your fire was everywhere!" Chael snarks.
I continue to fume. Dorian had to go and intrude when I was finally doing something worthwhile and I was COMPLETELY in control.
"Ok, sorry, but-"
"I know you aren't sorry." I cut Chael off.
"Decca!" He whines.
I continue in angry strides towards my chambers, barely listening to Chael's ministrations.
I hate my brother with a vengeance. He always brings me down when I finally accomplish something awesome.
"Decca... Decca! are you even listening to me?!" Chael shrieks.
"No, I'm not," I rudely admit, before slamming my chamber's door in his face.
I slide the deadbolt into place and ignore Chael's muffled cries for me to "open the door immediately!"
I sigh. Dorian already has all the power and respect he can get. I don't understand why he always crushes my hopes, like a butterfly, trapped in the rain.