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˖𓍯ꕤ*. - IMANI'S APARTMENT ! -
i laid in my bed, mindlessly scrolling on tiktok and avoiding any videos that had to do with me, Bk or Gio. i've stayed in my house since i left Bk's house yesterday, declining her and anyone else's calls.
the group chat's call are piled up to the point i had to text them to let them know that i was fully alive and wanted to be left alone. i was feeling a lot of emotions, mostly anger and regret...definitely guilt.
i left Gio.
i left her and she was treating me exactly how i've always wanted to be treated and i tried my hardest to do the same, but that's just me. i struggled a lot with letting people in and when i finally did, i pushed them away but not with Bk...i don't know why i let myself stay.
i think i let myself be somewhat unhappy to prove to Gio that i didn't ruin what we had for nothing, but that didn't work out in the long run anyways. i missed her but it was obviously clear that i didn't know what i wanted and if i was Gio ...i too wouldn't want to be someone's second choice.
i sighed, reposting a edit of myself before turning off my phone and rolling over onto my back. i whined as i sat up and took in my disaster room, noticing i haven't cleaned it since my birthday night.
just as i started to get up, i heard a knock on the door which caused me to slightly frown. i threw my covers off of me and walked out of my room, fixing my bonnet that was slipping off and my tank top that was tangled every which way.
i looked out the peephole and froze. what the fuck was she doing here? did she not torture us enough at thanksgiving dinner...
"what are you doing here?" i asked Irene who held a tight grip on her new red coach purse. she looked extremely nervous as she gave me a tense smile and then shifted from one foot to another.
"i was really hoping that we could talk?" she questioned, her eyebrows frowning up as she took in my appearance and i was sure that i looked like complete shit.
i held the door open wider, stepping out of the way and holding my arm out. "how did you even get my address?" i asked, closing the door behind her before watching her take in my apartment with crossed arms.
her hands tightened around her purse that was hanging off of her shoulder, her eyes lingering on the family picture in the doorway that didn't include her and then turned to face me. "i wanted to talk."
i simply nodded with pressed lips. "okay, what about?" i walked further into my entryway, making my way to the living room to take a seat on the couch.
Irene stood uncomfortably still in the living room, staring at the empty seat next to me on the couch. i awkwardly patted the seat next to me, scooting over more for her to sit.
"okay, um...i just wanted to apologize." she hesitated. "i get if you don't want to forgive me, but i promise i'm changing and i realized that maybe i've been too hard on all of you guys."
i relaxed, running my hands down my fuzzy pink pajama pants. "okay..." i trailed off, not exactly knowing what to say to that. "thank you?"
"i mean it." she hastily stated, finally removing her hand from her purse and took it off completely, placing it on her lap. "i really am sorry. i just...i talked to Ida. she cried and i kinda cried too." she chuckled nervously which i noticed that it was something that we all seemed to do a lot.
"yeah, it seemed to hurt her the most so." i shrugged, narrowing my eyes at my older sister. "did she forgive you?"
Irene was silent as she messed with her tan dress pants. "she did which i was thankful for." she smiled, her hopeful eyes staring into my narrowed ones.
i sighed, letting my body fall as i looked away from her. "if she forgave you then, i'm sure i can find a way to move past it too. you are my sister and all." i forced a smile for her, letting it dropped as i looked away from her.
for the corner of my eye i could see her hand hesitant as she reached over to me, before finally settling her hand on my thigh. "what's going on?"
i waved her off, "i'm sure you wouldn't want to hear about my boring ass life."
she chuckled, "it's not boring...i wanna hear."
"i ruined some things with this girl i was seeing and then...this other girl that i was seeing has been talking to her ex or whatever. it's stupid really." i patted her hand that still rested on my thigh.
she exhaled deeply, sitting her other hand on top of mine. "what happened, Imani?"
i looked up from her hand in mine and stared into her eyes. the eyes that i knew, the sister that i've always loved and just wished that somewhere in her heart that she could find a way to love me back.
and she finally was...so i told her.
i told her everything, things that i haven't even told anyone yet because i trust her somehow and by the end of the night when she hugged me goodbye and we parted ways, i felt...relieved.
i walked back into my room and fell on top of my bed, grabbing my phone to see two messages from Ida that she had sent 3 hours ago.
ida bear 🐻
ida bear irene is here... shes also on her way over to you delivered 6:24 p.m
