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Chapter 62: Fight, Then Flight

Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.

April 4, 1999

~Dalvin's P.O.V~

Usually, I go home for almost every holiday, unless we're busy with work. At least for the past few years, I have because Jodeci hasn't been on tour. When it comes to DeVanté, it's only sometimes because of his and our father's rocky relationship. This year De and I aren't going back home to celebrate Easter. This year, we're all going to Tia's house to celebrate. She and DeVanté invited many of us here to celebrate. Some of my cousins are also here because they were invited and want to do something a little different than usual.

Typically, the entire family goes to church to hear my father preach, go to someone's house, the women cook in the kitchen, while the men are on the grill, and the children are outside all day playing. My family doesn't do the Easter Bunny for Easter, just as we don't do Santa for Christmas. Derek is raising his children according to those traditions because that's how Maria grew up. Maria isn't Pentecostal, but she oftentimes attends my father's sermons just for support. Maria is part of the Methodist Church. They're all part of the Christian religion, but the church's beliefs differ.

A heavy and agitated sigh escaped my lips as I stood at the front door, waiting for it to open. Somebody should've been here on account of me having to pass the gates after they were informed of my arrival. The door swung open.

"My bad, I forgot about you," Derek chuckled, walking away. "You look like you've been out here for a long time."

I stepped inside and locked the door behind me. "Long enough, nigga. How come nobody else came to unlock the door?"

"Because everyone else is busy at the moment. Me and Junior- mostly Junior are on grill duty," he replied. "I came back in the house and was asked to open the door."

"Whatever. Who's all here?" I asked him.

"Just my family," Derek replied. "I only showed up earlier because I'm staying at Junior's house."

"Oh, okay," I nodded.

"We goin' through the kitchen to go outside. If I had never came to the door, what would you have done?" Derek turned to me.

"Blow y'all phones the hell up, because this is a long way from home and I ain't come this way for nothin'," I replied. "Wastin' gas and shit. Then I wouldn't leave if there's no answer."

"How about walking around to the backyard?" Derek raised a brow at me.

"Damn, I ain't think of that," I laughed.

"Wash ya hand, baby boy," Derek said once we made it to the kitchen.

"For what?" I squinted.

"There's little finger food and shit outside and I don't know where ya hands been. Neither does anyone else," he replied as we entered the kitchen.

I immediately noticed a few chefs in the kitchen, "oh, so this how we doin' it? We got chefs and shit? This is different."

"There are too many people to be cooking alone. You know Tia is the only person that can really cook," Derek replied.