Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

Chapter 1 (Kylie)

2000- Liston Hills

“Kylie Bray gets your bee-hind in here young lady, don't make me come get you.”

I climb out from under the dining table, “I said I ain't eating it!" Putting my hands on my hips I crease my

lips together.

"Kylie you are too, your mama s on her way back. Don't make me call her." Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

I stamp my rubber-covered feet, "I'm eight I can do what I want and I ain't eating it, Aunt Milda, I ain't

eating that meat. I saw them cut cows last week, papa said that’s where mama buys her meat from, I

ain't eating it.”

I turn and run through the front yard, the green lawn crunching under my feet. My aunt screaming, but I

don't care, papa said she needed the exercise, and I agree. If those dresses of hers got any smaller

her boobies were gonna pop out. I turn my head, and laugh as her yellow flower dress creeps up her

thighs, I know she's coming after me,

“Kylie,” She yells so loud, “you love meat, Tanner made it just for you, Kylie, come on, I don't wanna

run, KYLIE.”

I run faster, laughing because there is no doubt in my mind that my aunt could catch me.

I jump on the cemented frog, then on the fountain bowl. I'd done it so many times with not a care in the

world.

Big hands haul me up and spin me around. Giggling hysterically.

I shriek, "Put me down Stone."

He doesn't listen, he never does, instead, he throws me over his shoulder.

"Michael I'm so tellin’ your papa." He laughs, jumping up and down, causing me to flop on his shoulder.

"You need to be careful Ky, didn't I tell you about jumping on the fountain," he scolds me.

My small fist drum on his back, "You tell me a lot of things Stone it doesn't mean I'ma listen."

Michael is my second eldest stepbrother. He has ten years on me, with a brain that is unmatched, he is

a genius. Whatever my Michael reads he memorizes it.

My mama always says he is a thinker and even though she isn't really his mama she treats him just like

he is her own.

One time I was on the way to the stables when I saw them talking alone. I snuck around the side of the

barn so they wouldn't see me. My mama was crying, and Michael just held her, he said it didn't matter

what David thought, he said she was special.

I didn't understand it then, I know David doesn't like my mama, no, he actually hates her.

I wonder why though, because he loves me, he tells me everyday when he calls just before bed.

David is my eldest stepbrother and is currently I quote ‘suffering’ in Harvard University studying law. He

is the opposite of Michael, he hates studying, despises reading and lives for partying, but he loves his

family, except mama.

They argue for everything and Uncle Hector has to often get involved. I hate those times, because

David has a temper like Uncle Hector, bossy, bossy, bossy. But like Uncle Hector I know David would

be there if I need him, he would fix anything. Which was how he chose what to do with his life. From a

young age he wanted to study law and become a politician.

I'm not sure what that is really, but Kevin said David would be able to run for president one day and I

know that the president is bossy. I mean he has to be to control a country, right. And who is bossier

than my David?

Vincent, who is the third eldest in the family, just turned fourteen a week back. He lives with his mother

in Seattle. I hardly ever see him and when I do, he pretends that I'm not there, like I care, psst.

Last week Uncle Hector told us during lunch that Vincent wouldn’t be allowed to visit much anymore

because he had ‘stuff’ to do. Uncle Hector didn't seem happy about that ‘stuff’ but I was like whatever, I

have lots of brothers.

Then there's Kevin, my half-brother who is twelve going on thirty. Once, I watched him fall off the acorn

tree and hurt his back, he shed one tear and was so quiet I cried for both of us.

I remember thinking maybe the fall made him lose his emotions.