Chapter 27

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                                                                       He was her dark
                                                                          Fairytale and
                                                             She was his twisted fantasy.
                                                          And together they made magic.

                                                                       - F. Scott Fitzgerald


Him- Chan (Kane)

"Did you just call me a fat ass Malik?"

"Yes Khalani I did".

"Well you're one to speak, considering all the junk you eat".

"Me junk, oh my god, I would never". Malik gasps and places his hands on his chest dramatically.

"Right and shall we check your plate".

"You leave my chicken alone Khalani, it has nothing to do with this".

"She not wrong you do look a bit fat", Imani backs up her sister.

'Gasp' "How dare you. mom Imani and Khalani are ganging up on me".

"No one told me we had a knew born baby in the family", Imani smirks and looks at her brother.

"Did you just call me a baby?"

"Did I stutter?"

"Ooo she got you there man", Hakim jumps in.

"This is not over Imani",

"It was only beginning Malik".

"Already fighting and you just met". Naomi laughs.

"It's Malik's fault".

"What, Imani you started this".

"No".

"Yes".

"No".

"Yes".

"Yes". Imani says.

"No".

"I win", Imani smirks.

"Wait!!,  what no" Malik tries to win the argument.

"Reverse psychology", Imani smirks and the whole table laughs at Malik, who was killing Imani with his eyes. We finished with dinner and the girls insisted on staying home for tonight, so we went back home alone and cold. Whilst driving, my thoughts started to overrule my brain and I started to worry about my father and Imani's safety. Yes she has two of the most strongest families in the world protecting her, but my father was also part of the family. 

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