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𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 || 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢 | 19
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"Aye, go get yo' sister. It's time to go." Armani told Davine, not looking up from his phone. It was reaching four o'clock in the afternoon and they were supposed to be at Carly and Dane's house an hour ago.
Given that they don't spend a lot of time together during the year ever since Deion passed away, Dane and Carly invite them over for Thanksgiving every year. Emani hated it. She hated having to pretend to be cheerful while sitting at a table with her rapist.
When Emani was younger, she used to be more afraid of Carly, but as she grew older, she adjusted to the feeling, which made her not scared anymore.
Armani and his children usually have another Thanksgiving dinner at Citaly and Cheese's house after dining at Carly and Dane's. That was the one thing about Thanksgiving that kept her sane. Looking forward to going to her real grandmothers house was what got her through Carly and Dane's house.
Unfortunately, for this Thanksgiving, Emani wasn't going to put up with any of the bull. She told herself, unt un. She couldn't do it, not today.
Emani reminisced about the feeling she felt in Jamaica when she consumed alcohol for the first time which led to her going into her father's alcohol cabinet and consuming vast amounts of the different liquids. Well, amounts that her body weight couldn't handle at least.
"Can I cuss at her?" Davine asked with subtle excitement in his voice. "No." Armani replied immediately, making Davine kiss his teeth and go off to find his sister.
He met his drunken sister at the bottom of the stairs. "Oh, here she go." Davine said, catching his fathers attention, which made Emani fix her posture. She was trying too hard to act sober which made it more obvious that she was drunk.
"You good?" Davine mugged his sister as she began walking like a GTA prostitute. "The hell.." Armani mumbled. "Girl walk straight. Ian' got time to be playin'. We was supposed to be at them folks house a hour ago. Let's go."
