Dwayne grabbed Ciara's hand and dragged her with him, not caring about the impact of his action on her. He was overwhelmed with anger and Ciara noticed this too, just at the foot of the staircase, Ciara hijacked her hand from his grip.
“What has gotten into you, Dwayne?” Ciara muttered in questioning, her voice was low but stern and sharp. “That's improper and very rude of you. You shouldn't have dragged me away like that before, Aunt Elsie.”
Dwayne ignored her question, bombarding her with his instead. “What is she doing here, Ciara, why did you bring her?” He asked, his anger reflecting in his voice. “Why is she in my house?”
Ciara felt the urge to snicker at her brother's question, but she quickly tamed it, having herself under control. “She's here because I brought her along
