Page 8 of The Right Kind of Wrong

“Yes ma'am,” I said with a mock salute.

I went around to her desk, taking a seat in the much too comfortable chair behind it, earning another glare from her. When she saw I wasn't about to move, she shook her head, glancing over at Nathan as if asking for his help. He shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh, you can do bitchy on your own, Han. You don't need his help.”

Hannah nodded as if now she'd gotten all the signs she needed in order to continue.

“Okay, Evelyn. Rules. You will not ask questions about what you see or what you hear. You will not discuss anything that goes on in this house outside of it, with anyone. Mom and dad are in charge of your allowance, as always. You will not do drugs or get drunk or do any of the crazy shit you did in Florida.”

Drugs? Ugh, who the hell does she think I am?

“You don't butt into any of my business and stay the hell away from this office. And—”

“Is being sisterly anywhere in your rules?” I asked. Though it was meant to be sarcastic, the question held anger. All I heard with her rules was “stay out of my life,” but not a bit of “I’m here for you.”

Ignoring my question, she continued. “Clearly this isn't an ideal situation, but as long as we stay out of each other's paths, there shouldn't be any major issues. Whenever I have important company over, you will behave, Evelyn. Do you understand?”

“Basically, you live your life and I live mine,” I replied with clenched teeth.

“Good. You get it.”

“She's not an idiot, Hannah” Nathan finally broke his silence.

At the first words directed toward her from her husband, my sister turned around, approached him slowly, almost seductively, and took a seat on his lap. I looked away, feeling uncomfortable at the interaction. “Are you ready for later tonight?”

Nathan pressed his lips together. “No choice, right?”

Oookay, then.

“I think this is my cue to leave,” I said, standing up. They had things to discuss and I was not about to watch what was going to go down between them.

“Remember the rules,” Hannah reiterated.

“Crystal clear, sis.”

I closed the door behind me and leaned against it with a sigh. I didn't pay attention to their muffled conversation. Instead, I drowned myself in my own thoughts.

She spoke to me as if I didn't get it, as if I hadn't been living life on my own for three years. I hadn't planned on butting in on her life, but had it been naive of me to think that maybe, just maybe, we could try this whole sisterhood thing?

I didn't have a single clue as to why she disliked me so much. We were different, I couldn't deny it, but that didn't take away the fact that we were still sisters. I wanted to be there for her…

The door opened, and I nearly fell back. Hannah gave me an annoyed look.

“Really, Evelyn? Eavesdropping?”

My eyes widened with horror. “Oh, no, Han. I wasn't eavesdropping. I was just—”

“Save it.” She walked past me, shoving me with her shoulder. A frustrated groan left my lips. This was so not the way I had planned for things to go.

“Sorry about that,” Nathan said, running his hands over his hair again. He was frustrated, much more than before I had walked out.

I shrugged. “We both know what she's like. Neither of us should be surprised.”

Nathan nodded with a sad smile. “Listen, we won't be here later tonight. Order a pizza or something for dinner. Or…”

“I can handle cooking, Nate.” He grinned at the nickname I had yet to use for him. “I'm not a young little girl anymore. I’m—”

“Yeah, yeah. About to be twenty. I know.” He looked regretfully toward the door where my sister had disappeared. “I just wish things were different between Hannah and…everyone.”

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