Pray You Catch Me

Joanna’s POV

ELVIS!” I SCREAMED AT the top of my lungs, stomping into his room with the picture frame in my hand.

“What’s with you all screaming my name?” he grumbled, sitting on his bed. “First Dad, now you? In case y’all don’t know, I can hear clearly, thanks for asking.”

“I don’t need that attitude right now,” I growled and shoved the picture in his view. “What’s this?”

“What’s what?” he tested, eyes on his phone. “Leave me the hell alone. Let me do the work dad ordered me — oh shit!”

“Yeah, oh shit alright. What’s that, Elvis?” I implored with a glare. “Uh, um,” he stuttered uncomfortably.

“I said, what’s that, Elvis?” I shouted, knocking down a flower vase beside his bed.

He jumped up from the bed. “Calm down, sis.”

“Don’t you fucking tell me to calm down!”

“Sis, it’s me,” he said calmly, stepping closer to me. “Breathe breathe.”

“I can breathe fine!” I shrieked. “Explain it all right now! Or I swear I will tear this house down!”