“And you are just sooooooo smart, right?”
“Why are you so mad? I saved you!”
“Shut up!” He stomped his foot. “You only saved me to prove to Dad you are great!”
“No!”
“YES!”
“No, I didn’t, Wyatt!”
“Whatever. You should just leave me alone.” He frowned and started to turn around when I grabbed his arm.
“Let go.”
“Wyatt—”
“I don’t care! Let go! I hate you!”
When he said it I let go of his hand. I didn’t know why, but my chest hurt like really hurt. It felt like it was on fire. I didn’t know what to do or what to say so I lied. “I hate you too!”
“I hate you mor—ouch.”
“Ouch!”
We both looked at Dona, who had smacked both of us with Mr. Missmore as hard as she could.
“I hate you, Ethan, and I hate you, Wyatt.”
“What? Why?” Wyatt and I said at the same time.
“Stop copying me!” Wyatt yelled.
“I’m older than you are, you’re copying me—ouch!” I jumped when she hit us again, this time with her hands, dropping Mr. Missmore on the ground.
“Stop that!” I snapped at her.
“I hate you, Ethan, and I hate you, Wyatt.” She stuck her bottom lip out and crossed her arms.
“Dona?” Wyatt frowned, trying to touch her when she smacked his hand away.
“If you guys hate each other then I have to hate both of you. You guys are being stupid. STUPID! S-T-U-E-D,” she yelled so loudly we had to break away.
“Dona.” I tried not to laugh. “Stupid is spelled s-t-u-p-i-d.”
She raised her hand to hit me again and I backed away.
“Oh because you are sooooooooo smart,” she said, dropping her hand and moving back to the maid. “If you guys hate each other, I hate you, and if I hate you, I won’t talk to you guys anymore! Because you are s-t-u-e-d.”
“Not fair, Dona!” Wyatt called after her but she didn’t say anything back, she just turned to face her mirror.
“Why are you nice to everyone but your brothers?” I asked her and she stuck her fingers in her ears, humming to herself.
“This is your fault,” Wyatt muttered, frowning. He hated it more than anyone when Dona was mad at him.
“Everything is my fault, right?”
He didn’t answer me, just went back to bed.