The Wrong Sister: Simms Brothers Duet Book 1 by Drea Braddock

Author:Drea Braddock [Braddock, Drea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hana Mau Publishing, LLC
Published: 2022-08-28T23:00:00+00:00

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7 years ago

I trudge up the hill from the bus stop, trying not to cry. I’m failing and that makes it worse. Stupid tears are streaming down my face. I scrub my hands across my cheeks and they come away with wet streaks of black. So not only am I crying, but I probably look like a deranged clown with all my eye makeup dripping down my cheeks. I turn onto my street and jump when a warm hand closes around my bicep.

“Huhu, my hale. Now.”

My bleary eyes see kindness and fire in Auntie Lolo’s eyes. She’s not playing. I follow her dutifully into her house which has come to feel like another home to me. She gets a glass of water and pushes a box of tissues toward me. I hate crying. I hate feeling like this. I hate everyone and everything. Mostly I just hate myself. Auntie Lolo settles herself into her chair, sighing loudly.

“Talk.”

“I don’t know where to start.” My voice sounds whiny and Auntie narrows her eyes at me.

“No excuses. Talk.”

I exhale loudly, stalling by blowing my nose, but she’s not known for her patience so I give up and speak.

“I messed up.” I lift my head to meet her large, dark eyes. I hate disappointing her. She trusts me and expects more of me than anyone. I get one curt nod as a signal to continue. “My senior year has sucked. So much. Catherine’s at UH. Griffin’s at Berkley. Now Raff is gone too. I don’t have anyone else. I never made other friends. I didn’t need to! But now I’m alone. Really, really alone.” I’ve been tearing up a tissue into small pieces and I sweep them into a mound with my hand.

“You’re lonely, ya? I’m familiar. Where does the mistake come in?”

“Ikaika,” I whisper.

“Kapule?” she asks. I knew she’d recognize the name.

“Ikaika Kapule, ya.”

“You gonna explain what Mr. Big Man on Campus has to do with you?”

“Auntie, I don’t want to.” I bury my head in my arms. I wish I could literally bury my head—burrow into the red Hawaiian dirt until I suffocate. Better that than this humiliation. Better death than telling her how pathetic I am.

“Huhu.” Her voice is steely, more than a hint of warning ringing out. I take a steadying breath and tell her.

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