CHAPTER FOUR
Kalen
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I flip the curtain open then I let it fall back into place.
Flip. Fall. Flip. Fall. Flip. Fall.
A grunt of frustration rises from somewhere deep inside of me as I smack it one more time, then go lie down on my bed.
I know that Dalton is catering to her highness right now because it’s the first thing he does when we get home from school.
And I don’t understand it.
I hate being around Hailey for a myriad of reasons, the top tier one being that she doesn’t even seem to see us anymore.
She looks through us. Like we aren’t there or never even existed at all.
All because of a man we don’t even know.
The legend of Luke Greene according to Hailey—before she forgot that we live in this goddamn house with her—came across as completely farfetched.
Allegedly, this is a man who had many children and loved them all equally. Except for the male ones. I scoff and shake my head as I fold my hands behind my neck, wondering what was so bad about the boys that he didn’t seem to care for them.
Of course, hearing the way Hailey talked about him—like he was the greatest man who ever lived—only made me resent him more.
Most children were read bedtime stories when their parents tucked them into bed.
Dalton and I heard all about this Luke bastard and his mission to keep a pure and never ending line of Greenes.
Hell, she even told us at those young, impressionable ages, that we would learn how to keep the family line going the way her beloved Luke taught her to do.
Then, if we succeeded, maybe she’d be snapped back to reality.
It’s during quiet moments like this when Dalton is being her chambermaid that I try to remember exactly what she said we would have to do, but I’ve never been able to. I think I blocked it out purposely, or maybe my adolescent brain simply couldn’t wrap itself around her bullshit.
Even at such a young age.
I push myself up onto my elbows and linger on my bed for a moment. Sucking my teeth, I glance out of the bedroom window before I sigh and decide that the only way to distract myself from being whatever a Greene is supposed to be, is to set the table, then start my homework.
Two more weeks until graduation.
Then the nightmare can really begin.