I Make My Own Rules Romane & Geschichten

My chest tightened. “This is working.” But something felt… off. Not wrong. Incomplete. I paused. Thinking. Because rules alone. Could still create a system. A different one. But still a system. And I didn’t want that. I needed something else. Something that prevented rigidity. Something that allowed change. Without losing balance. My chest tightened. Then I said it. “Third rule…” I hesitated. Because this one. This one would define everything. Then finished. “Everything must be able to change.”

But there was a saying that the creators of the rules are the ones who mostly break the rules. And that was exactly what I was about to do. My lips were burning with itchiness, as I wanted to share with everyone my encounter with that monster. I needed to tell them about it, because I did not want them to make the same mistake as I had.

I nodded a response. “Are you getting me?!” “Yeah,” “Good, now the first rules is…” I already know my job is done, am done working for miss Del, I mean me and rules are also enemies, like eternity enemies because I don’t know how to abide with them, and they don’t know how to stay in either my head or brain. Rules can we please be friends? Plssss!…. Anticipate and review. Till. Next. Time (your thoughts matters tho)

The adrenaline rush through her system of his dark expression towards her and she hoped she hadn’t gotten on his bad side already. “I never wanted to do this, but I guess I have to. I will be initiating some certain rules. Rules you have follow, and once erred earned you a punishment, one that won’t be nice at all. And the first rule is for you to learn how to OBEY ME!”

"i don't have anything against you. In fact, I'm rather find of you." Really? because it sure as he'll doesn't feel like it. "It's just, rules are rules, policies were created for a reason, and if everyone starts breaking the rules then the world would be reduced to nothing but chaos and mayhem. What then would differentiate us from the animals on whom we prey and use as food?" And here I was thinking she was being dramatic before. Who knew she had the ability to hike it up a notch?

“You’re impossible!” He grinned, holding her close, his arms unyielding, his kiss brushing her cheek. The sea breeze curled around them, warm and salty. Lily rested her forehead against his, her smile bright and unguarded. In that moment, with the world safe and the night quiet around them, she whispered happily: “It’s his rules… it’s his style.” And William’s grin deepened as the waves rolled on, carrying their laughter into the endless dark.

"We've been here for less than two minutes, for God's sake." "Ugh! This is torture!" I marched over to the table, snatched up a sheet of paper with writing on it, and walked back to stand in front of him. I held it up for him to see. His brows knit together. "I made rules," I started. "You made what?" His brows pulled together even tighter, like he couldn’t believe what I’d just said. "Rules." I adjusted my glasses, looked up at him, and raised an eyebrow. "You've been planning this?"

His rules are reasonable. " I will not backtalk. But if someone does talk badly with me I will back talk. I will respect all my brothers if they respect me. Simply give respect, take respect. I will not swear unless I am very angry or sad. I will not drink and take any drugs and the boyfriend part, you don't have to worry about it. Like I would get any boyfriend. I will tell someone when I am going somewhere. Now as you say about your rules I do have my own rules and I already know that you know about my jobs." He looked at me and could say that there is some amusement in his eyes.

"Just answer it." "Tsk." I opened the window next to me to breathe fresh air. More buildings and infrastructures were built and I know that father worked hard for it to happen. "I worked while studying. You know me, Koko. As much as possible, I don't want to ask anyone for help." "Even help from your father?" "I made a selfish decision back then. I left home so I don't have the rights to use his money anymore."

They are already writing my story for me. I drop my bag onto a bench and start getting ready. Shoes off. Wraps out. I sit and tape my knuckles tight, fingers moving from habit more than thought. This part calms me. The repetition. The quiet focus. A guy across the room snorts. “You lost, sweetheart?” I do not answer. I do not look up. I have two rules. Rule number one, do not interact unless necessary. Rule number two, do not let anyone know about you.