Chapter 14

Jazmine's POV:

I rubbed my eyes as I sat up in bed. I had an extreme headache. I couldn't remember anything that had happened yesterday. I layed back down not actually feeling like getting up. I turned to the side and squealed in surprise. Rosa layed next to me. She cocked her head to the side and studied me. Did I put her in the bed with me last night? It felt like something in my brain was tugging for me to remember what happened last night. I picked her up and sat up again letting her lay against my arm like always.

"Baby do you remember what happened last night?" I asked. She made a gurgle sound. I giggled and kissed her head. "Well great at least someone does." I said teasingly.

I heard the door open and turned around. Huey stood there and leaned against the doorway. He looked at me his lips going into a frown. But it was tight like he wasn't really happy about what he was seeing. I smiled anyways.

"Hey Huey what's wrong?" I asked.

He sighed and rolled his eyes moving from the doorway. Then Sarah stepped forward. It was like a wave went over me and all the memories from yesterday came back. I remember she came, and I yelled at her before slamming the door in her face. Then I cried and Huey tried to comfort me but I didn't want that, then I think when he fell asleep I called her and told her to come back tomorrow. Why the hell had I done that?

"Oh Jazmine, is that yours?" she asked looking at Rosa like she was a huge money sign.

I pulled her tighter to me. "Yes." I said my voice squeaking. "Her name is Rosa not that." I added.

She nodded. "A beautiful name for a beautiful baby."

"I'll take her." Huey said taking Rosa from me without even looking at me.

"Huey I don't even remember-" I started.

"Later." he said and walked out the room with Rosa.

The room was quiet now. I didn't know what to say, or if I even wanted to say anything. I pushed my hair back behind my ears. She took a step forward and sat on the foot of the bed barely making it sink in. I stopped myself from kicking her off the bed.

"So you have a lovely home. It must have cost a fortune." she said her eyes flashing in excitement as she said fortune.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Yeah well Huey has a job and my book just went best selling again." I said like it was nothing.

Truthfully it wasn't. All my books were based on my life but nobody except the people who I put in there knew that. She turned to me smiling and showing off her perfectly white teeth. "Oh yes I've read that book Life's Complications and the second one. They're great really. Are you making another one?" she asked.

I shrugged. "People want me to make a third Complications." I said.

She gave a sympathetic look like it was just that sad. "Well any new stories?"

"I'm working on something." I said sharply.

She smiled as if she hadn't even noticed it. "Well I can't wait to buy that one too." she said. "Actually I have Life's Complications in my purse right now. I wanted to ask you-"

"Why are you here?" I asked finally. I felt the question bubbling in me for a while.

She looked confused finally cracking her fake ass smile. "You told me to come back sweetheart." she said.

"No, no, no." I shook my head. "Stop with the sweetie, and sweetheart shit. Stop." I glared coldly at her. "Tell me why you're really here."

She sighed. "Jazmine I'm not here to upset you if that's what-"

"Well you are." I snapped. "And not only me Huey too and that makes Rosa upset when she see's her parent's upset."

She nodded her head. "Quite a close family to share the same exact feelings." she said.

"Yeah that's ho good families are between a husband and wife you wouldn't know that would you?" I asked and continued to glare.

She tilted her head to the side and gave me a look. It was the same look she gave me when I was about to get in trouble when I was little. The thing was I wasn't little anymore. I certainly wasn't the same Jazmine as before.

"I want you to go now." I said all the words slowly.

She shook her head. "I refuse to leave. We need to talk." she scooted more onto the bed dropping her purse onto the floor.

"I don't want to."

"I'm your mother."

"Some mother." I countered.

"Jazmine I'm sorry for what happened years ago to you and Tom." she said.

I gave her a look in disbelief. "No you aren't. You left us for some guy who didn't even want you in the end. Daddy kil- I mean he died! All because you're a filthy whore." I said not even realizing that whole time my voice was getting louder and louder.

She looked like she could crumple right then and there. She reached down in her purse and grabbed out a pack of cigarettes and started to smoke one. Her gracefulness faded.

"You can't smoke in here. I have a baby." I said smacking the thing on the ground.

Luckily it went out when I hit it. She didn't even seem to care about it.

"Ok so I'll tell you why I'm here." she said.

"Then your ass can get up and leave." I added.

She rolled her eyes and lit another cigarette keeping it out of my reach. "I need some money." she said finally.

I swear, I swear I lost it. I jumped up and pushed her off of my bed. I wanted to punch her to hurt her like she was doing to me. I just wanted her to know what it felt like for once to be the one feeling all the pain. She shrieked as she fell down.

"GET OUT! UGH!" I yelled at her as I tugged on my hair frustrated.

She looked so helpless on the ground, I almost wanted to jump down and help her. Almost. Instead I sunk back down onto the bed and wrapped my arms around my legs pushing them up to my chin. As if that could protect me from her.

She pushed her hair back and did the same thing looking up at me like I was a monster. "Jazmine..."

"Please leave." I whispered.

I knew I was cracking. I was giving into whatever she was saying. It only took one more big thing and then I would be hers again.

"I'm dying." she said.

Boom.

There it was.

Cindy's POV:

Damn I was knocked the fuck out. I couldn't even move. Me and Riley went, shit I ain't even know I lost contact when we got over 10 rounds. My legs ached but I could care less. My body said it was tired but I was ready to get back into...uh...our games again. I guess he was too. He started at my legs kissing them up and up. He licked my inner thigh and I moaned in approval. Damn this was a good ass good morning. He made it up to my lips and I pulled his whole body down onto me as we kissed. He put his hands on my hips rubbing them up and down slowly. I still couldn't figure out why the hell all of this was so important to me. I mean I was doing shit, crossing lines no thug should and at the moment it didn't even matter. Faintly I heard a phone ringing in the distance. Riley ignored it and started to travel down.

"Riley.." I said my voice high.

"Fuck em whoever it is." he said nibbling my skin a bit.

I nodded. Iight fuck em, this was my time. But I couldn't get in the mood because I was starting to wake up fully and the loud ass ringing was right in my ear. I tried to ignore it and focus on the slow mesmerizing kisses and licks he was doing up my inner thigh. But shit the ringer was loud as fuck.

"Riley I gotta answer it, it's annoying as fuck." I said rubbing his head.

He sighed annoyed and stopped keeping his head in between my head. "Answer the damn phone." he growled in annoyance.

"I was anyways nigga." I said chuckling as I turned over and grabbed the phone. "Hello?" I snapped into the phone.

Riley made his way up wrapping his arm around my waist and laying his head in the crook of my neck. I heard soft sniffles on the other side of the phone.

"O-Oh I'm s-sorry is this a bad time?" Jazmine asked.

I pushed Riley and the covers off of me and started to pace the floor slowly. "Naw what's up?" I asked ignoring Riley's sound of protest.

"I just need to talk to someone right now. Huey mad at me and Cindy...I've messed up so badly." she said then sniffled again.

I stopped pacing. Shit this bitch better not have cheated. I mean because if she did my only advice would be to pack her bags and leave before the nigga get home (like I said not the best person when it comes to well advice in general).

"Iight well we can meet up..."

"At the cafe. I'll have to bring Rosa though, Huey left to go to work." she said.

"Iight be dere soon."

I hung up the phone and grabbed my black dress off the ground. Riley looked at me in disbelief and stood up.

"Hold da fuck up ya leavin?" he asked.

I shrugged. "It's what hoes do." I replied over my shoulder.

"Not funny!"

"Whateva."

I slammed the bathroom door behind me.

Later...

After I was out of the shower and in my black dress again I put my hair in a quick messy ponytail. Fuck naw was I putting my feet back in them shoes. They hurt like a bitch. I carried them in my hands. When I opened the door Riley dove in slamming the door behind him.

"The fuck-"

"Ssshh."

"Riley I gotta be somewhere and I know yo ass-"

"Shut the fuck up!" he exclaimed.

I looked at him is disbelief. "OK NIGGA I KNOW YO ASS DID NOT JUST-"

He put a hand over my mouth. For the first time I stopped to look at him. His other hand was shaking and he looked scared as fuck. I pulled his hand away but kept my white ass mouth shut. I heard noise through the door and Riley grabbed my arm pulling both of us into the shower. He silently closed the door behind us and pulled the shower curtain close just was the bathroom door opened.

"Oh shit." I thought. I couldn't even think about something that could scare the nigga that much. That is until I heard that annoying ass sound of the police lame ass walkie talkie. I knew they asses would come back! We layed on the ground with me on top of him. I swear even though we might get caught I wanted to laugh because I thought of last night. He looked at me and smirked thinking the same thing. I covered my mouth with my hand because shit that laugh was about to get out.

"Riley Freeman are you in here?"

"Dude what the hell?"

"What?"

"Did you expect him to go 'Oh yeah I'm in here hold on I'm just shitting on the toilet'?"

"But I can see the toilet."

He groaned. "Why do all the rookies come with me?" he whined.

Shit they sounded like they should be the cops from 21st Jump Street. It was getting harder to not to laugh. I bit my tongue so hard I'm sure I tasted blood.

"It doesn't look like he's here let's leave."

The door closed and they walked out. Riley let out a huge breath and I busted out laughing. Hell naw that was the funniest shit ever! Those nigga's are psycho as fuck. Oh my gosh I couldn't even breathe. Riley stood up and walked over to the door looking out of his room and down the hallway but they was gone. I walked up behind him laughing.

"So Riley would you ever say 'Oh yeah I'm in here taking a shit'?" I asked in between chuckles.

He rolled his eyes. "Shit not funny. I almost got arrested." he said.

I waved him off. "Nigga chill. You didn't you're fine." I said still laughing.

He ignored me and turned to a wall and punched a hole into it. My laughter stopped just like that.

"IT AIN'T FUNNY!" He yelled.

I looked at him kinda scared. "Chill the fuck down crazy. You iight they didn't catch you." I said more calmly.

He looked at the wall he just punched and covered his face with his hands as he fell down onto the bed. I sat next to him rubbing his chest up and down. "I'm sorry Cindy. I just lost it." he whispered.

"It's iight Reezy. I know this shit is big." I said.

But that's just it I couldn't imagine it at all. I've been through too many BIG things for this to seem big. I've seen people being beaten to death in front of me, I've seen nigga's die just period from drugs or from Big Daddy killing them. Shit I wanted to die alot of the times so this...no offense to him was child's play. He was quiet and just let me rub him up and down.

He grabbed my hand stopping me and pulling me down on top of him. "Come on C-Murph stay with me fa right now." he said.

His big brown eyes looked pleadingly into mine but even when he was sad he still had that playful look in his eyes. I chuckled.

"Naw I gotta see Jazmine. She sounded really upset." I said standing back up.

"And?" he asked grabbing my legs and starting to kiss them up and down.

I chuckled and pushed him away. "And that mean I gotta go nigga."

He looked disappointed so I grabbed his collar giving him a kiss that said there would be more later. He smirked and layed back down. I grabbed my purse walking out. I felt a weird bubbly feeling in my stomach that I've never felt in a while. I sighed to myself. "Don't get attached Cindy. Remember you fuck with no strings attached and once you have the baby and give it away yo ass gotta find a new pimp." I thought to myself.. I wondered what Jazmine wanted to talk about. The bitch sounded like she was crying or some shit. The ride to the cafe was long and of course all I thought about was Riley and cussing myself for getting attached to the nigga. Jazmine sat at a table all alone with Rosa in the car seat on the table. Jazmine rocked her with one hand while stirring her tea I think.

"Hey." I said sitting across from her.

She finally looked up. Her eyes were red and puffy like whenever she cries. She wore a black shawl and a white tank top underneath it. She sipped her tea like an old lady. "Hey Cindy." she said softly.

"So wanna explain why ya called me cryin?" I asked.

She sighed and put her hands over her face shaking it. "I don't get why the hell I'm messing up so badly." she whispered to herself.

I shrugged. "Take it from a girl who messes up all the time, there's always a silver lining." I said.

She took her hands down. "Cindy Huey's really pissed at me. I mean he won't even talk to me." she said.

"That's better than getting too attached." I mumbled.

She looked at me sympathetically. "You and Riley?"

I blinked in surprise I wasn't expecting her ass to hear me. "I know me and him ain't gon last as long as everybody think. I mean a hoe and a player? What kind of fucked up relationship is that?" I asked.

She looked at me and shook her head smiling. "Cindy when are you gonna learn you guys are the perfect couple?" she asked.

I do care about Riley. Maybe not like a boyfriend or whatever, more like a really good fuck buddy or a brother or some shit (but between me and you brother and sister don't do have the shit we done did). I just think that the only thing connecting us is this baby and once I was done birthing it he was gonna be done with my ass.

"Besides you and Huey?" I asked teasingly then shut up because I remembered that's why she called me here. She frowned and looked sad all over again. "Sury..." I mumbled.

"It gets worse." she said and grabbed her tea taking a long low drink even though I know that shit burned her tongue. I looked at her waiting for her to finish. She put it down and looked at me sadly. "My mom is back." she said.

"Shit."

"And she's dying."

I drew back putting a hand over my mouth. "DAYUM!" I exclaimed.

All the heads turned to us. I looked at Jazmine apologetic as she flashed a smile at everybody so they would think it was nothing. But that's just it this shit isn't nothing. Besides my mom Jazmine mom is like at the top of the list as the baddest bitchest mom EVER.

"So why don't you just tell her ass to go to the doctor and leave you the fuck alone?" I asked.

She looked at me exasperated. "She's my mom Cindy."

"Some mom." I mumbled.

"I know, I know I said the same thing." she nodded her head in agreement. "I just. I want to believe that she's here for the good and not to just leave me again when she gets what she wants." she said.

"Girl she left you years ago for a dirty ass nigga. No offense I think this whole shit sound fucked up. When she needs something she comes to you? I say toss her dying ass on the street and faget her." I said.

What? It's what a real thug would do. But Jazmine was never thug material no offense to her.

She gave me a look then laughed tiredly. "Like you would ever do that to your mom." she mumbled.

"She isn't apart of this." I snapped quickly.

I never ever talked about my mom. Not even when I lived with her I didn't acknowledge her. So basically for 5 strong years I haven't spoke of her ass. The last 3 I had a real reason though. She threw me out and didn't give a fuck about what could happen or did happen to me. She looked down at her hands and fiddled with them.

"I'm sorry." she said finally. "I know you and her never was on the same page I guess."

I was silent for a minute then chuckled. "It's whateva I'm done with her ass anyways." I said.

Through our entire conversation Rosa looked back at us as if listening to what we were saying. But she fell asleep halfway through. Jazmine looked at her and smiled putting her in her arms.

"She was up all night watching Law and Order: SVU all night with .." her voice trailed off and she frowned "I just know he's pissed at me. I hate that, knowing I did something wrong." she said.

"If ya did something wrong fix it duh." I said and shoved her playfully.

She smiled, a real smile. "You're right. Thanks Cindy." I shrugged like it was no big deal. She bit her bottom lip and looked down like she always does when she's about to do something or ask something she knew she probably shouldn't. "Can I ask you something personal?" she asked.

"Whateva." I said even though in my head I was hoping it wasn't about Big Daddy. Was it bad that I still wasn't over that shit? I still get nightmares when I'm by myself and still imagine it. I shook my head and forced a care free look.

"Can you tell me about you and your mom? I mean even the bad stuff?" she asked hopeful.

"I'd rather not talk about her ass." I said.

She looked at me and did her puppy eyes. They looked even better since I knew she had been crying and her eyes were still slightly puffy. "Please?" she asked making her bottom lip shake a little.

"Fine but if I am," I grabbed the bartender as he passed. "Aye ima need about 10 shots of vodka straight up." I said.

He looked at me surprised but wrote it down on his little notepad walking back into the back room.

"I didn't know they had vodka here." Jazmine said surprised.

I chuckled. "Shit I ain't either." I said.

She giggled and I started to tell her the long ass story about me and my so called mother's fucked up relationship. The more I talked about her though the more I realized how I had even missed her ass when Big Daddy got me. She she wasn't there. My own mother. Fuck it, fuck her if she showed up like Jazmine's mom I would beat her ass and forget her just like I was trying to do with everything from the past.

Huey's POV:

I looked through the test grading them while my some of my students continued to work on their tests. I had needed to get out of the house fast. I wanted to say I can't believe Jazmine invited her mom over our house without telling me but that was just her lately. She as making her own decisions and thinking of me last if even that. Christina (my best student) walked up to my desk sitting her test down in front of me.

"Hello how has your day been?" she asked in a chirpy voice.

I raised one eyebrow and looked up at her. "No I don't have any extra work for you." I said already knowing what she wanted.

Christina loved to learn anything she could about The History of Black Culture. She was a medium height girl with black hair and brown tips. She had dark brown eyes and already pout like lips. She pouted making them even more pouty.

"Come on pleeeaaasssee! I've read all my books and done all of my work you already gave me." she whined.

"Not my problem go sit down." I said sounding harsher than intended.

She looked shocked. "Tough day I'm guessing." she mumbled.

But she took the hint and went to go sit back down in her seat. I don't know where the thought came from but all of a sudden I was thinking of how lately Jazmine might even get jealous of her. My own student then get pissed off but doesn't expect me to get pissed off at her for what she did.

No way in hell was I letting that psycho ass lady around my Rosa. I couldn't give a fuck about what Jazmine had to say either. It was OUR child, not mine, hers, and her fucked up mothers. I had just finished grading my papers when Christina skipped back up to my desk.

Before she could open her mouth I handed her the papers. "You can pass these back." I said.

She looked at the paper as if debating if she should or not. Then she smiled and took it from my hands. "Smile sometimes this is my best hour." she smiled again showing off small dimples then started to walk around handing back test.

I rolled my eyes but smirked. I did have a pretty decent class. I actually do enjoy myself sometimes when I can get into their heads of how fucked up Black Culture is now and days. My phone started ringing loudly. I pulled it out.

Jazmine.

I answered it. "Hello?" I asked.

"Huey I know we need to talk about what happened." Jazmine said.

"Apparently."

She sighed. "I know you're mad at me. I really din't remember even telling her to come back to our house. I promise Huey I would have told you I'm sorry I've been soooo bitchy lately. Maybe it's still the pregnancy hormones wearing off." then she giggled.

As much as she pisses me off I love Jazmine and I really can't stay too mad at her, this time I did have to show some resistance. "Look Jazmine I'm still pissed but we'll talk when I get home." I said.

"Of course you're still mad." she said then giggled again.

"You're gonna be in trouble for that later." I said my voice low.

"Can't wait." she whispered into the phone then hung up.

That girl, she has some pull on me. I never knew of all people the most annoying girl to me and my best friend at that would be my soon-to-be wife. She picked an upcoming day in spring. The middle of May.

"Someone's happy." Christina cooed.

"You know you've been really up in my face today." I said.

"I'm always up in your face today you're just noticing it more today." she said.

I smirked. "You need to get more friends your own age." I said.

She copied my smirk. "Same to you Huey." she said then stuck her tongue out at me.

"Mr. Freeman." I corrected her.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." she waved me off and walked back to her seat just as the bell rang.

The students all jumped up grabbing their stuff and walked out the classroom talking loud about whatever, I couldn't give a damn. Christina was the last to leave she waved at me before she left. So I wasn't blind, I knew she liked me. But I was married, she was my student, and younger than me by a few years. I didn't take as long getting my stuff together since I had more business to take care at home with Jazmine.

I got into my car and drove to our house which was only a few minutes away from the school. I already knew something was off when I got to my house. It was too still and quiet and living with Jazmine I know she always have music loud. Her latest favorite was a British singer named Ed Sheeran. So I was guessing she wasn't home. Great I had time to calm down. I opened the door then scowled.

Three policemen sat on my couch each with a cup of coffee in their hands like this was so natural. I threw my jacket on the coat rack and undid my tie as if I couldn't even see them.

One of them cleared there throat and stood up. "I'm guessing you know why we're here." he said.

I scowled deeper and turned to face him. "My wife is on her way here with my daughter so I'm not leaving." I said then stood against the wall.

They knew not to come near me from the last time they did and I fucked up 5 of them at the same time. But they weren't as dumbass as some people think. They had something over my head and I knew it but did I give a fuck? No.

"Looks like we're gonna need a little back up." he said the other man.

"Take your time." I said and felt my tongue flare up with excitement whenever I'm sarcastic.

Probably because I never am. I'm more of a straight forward person and if someone feelings get hurt well at least they know the truth. Then a tall black man in a suit stepped out from the kitchen. Even though the light outside was pouring through the windows he still had a shadow that followed him and he had dark circles around his eyes. If it wasn't for the bald head I wouldn't have recognized him. It was the same person who interrogated Riley when we were trying to figure out who stole Granddad's car. I haven't seen much of Granddad.

"Mr. Freeman no doubt you remember me from years ago." I remained silent and he just kept on talking in his deep voice. "Now there's no proof you killed him-"

"Because I didn't." I interrupted.

"I couldn't care less. Your DNA however was found on the murder weapon which means you need to come down for questioning." he said.

I raised one eyebrow. "I think I'll stay here." I said.

The man looked shocked for a minute then frowned deeply. "It wasn't an option you're coming with us now." he said.

I looked him straight in the eyes. "I think I'll stay here." I said again my voice low and threatening.

He smirked slightly. "Get em boys." he said then opened the door walking out as more cops flooded in through the windows and the door.

I don't remember who it was but somebody lunged forward to grab me and I dodged him punching everybody and anybody who got close. I was pissed at Jazmine, at Riley, at Sarah, and even more at the fucking cops who were trying to take me from my own house. Then somebody grabbed a lamp from on the counter and hit me in the head. I fell down and the guy stomped me in the face.

That was my final blow before I passed out.

Ceaser's POV:

I fiddled with my fingers nervously. So two things could happen right now. Either I could get my ass beat by Riley or Huey or worse both of them. Shit I knew I shouldn't have snitched but they were holding the girls over my head. If only I had knew that cops really can't do shit or any shit like that. Now I was still sitting in this old ass metal chair waiting for Kinta Kuntae to come back with Huey or Riley...or both. Kinta was my name for that big black man he look just like an escaped African! That's saying something from a black ass Jamaican. I was about to laugh when the door opened. Riley AND Huey walked in. Well I can say goodbye to my life.

Riley looked mad as fuck. Just great. He looked at me and didn't eve crack a smirk. Now I'm not a punk or nothing and me and Riley have fought many of times but if I had to face Huey and Riley together I was dead. Huey had a white towel to his head and he didn't look any happier than his brother (even though he never does). I stood up.

"Look I'm sorry I ain't even know polices were bitch ass liars. I thought they was gonna hurt the girls so I snitched. I'm sorry I mean like really I vas trying to protect them." I said quickly like a bitch.

Riley raised one eyebrow. "The fuck you talkin bout nigga?" he asked in confusion.

Huey looked at his brother in a look that said 'Oh yeah I forgot he was dumb as fuck'. "Obviously he told the police about the killing of Big Daddy to save Cindy's and Jazmine." he said slowly like he was talking to a child.

Riley nodded his head. "Nigga I ain't retarded." he said rolling his eyes.

Huey raised one eyebrow but didn't say anything. I sat back down. Shit I just gave shit up I didn't have to? Ain't that a bitch? Huey and Riley sat next to me but after my little outburst didn't say shit and only looked at me to give me a glare. Yep I was dead.

"So between the two Freeman's who would like to admit to killing this Big Daddy fellow?" Kinta asked.

"I ain't sayin shit without a jury." Riley said crossing his arms over his chest. It seemed like the whole room just stopped and looked at him. "The fuck y'all looking at?" he asked.

"A lawyer you mean?" I asked.

He thought about it. "Shut the fuck up! They got jury in a court too." he said not wanting to admit how dumb he sounded.

"Yeah but a lawyer is what we need." I said.

"Yep more den we need a snitch ass bitch." he said then snickered at himself.

"Fuck off." I mumbled and rolled my eyes.

Kinta nodded his head. "Fine then I had a feeling you would want a LAWYER so I had one chosen for you from the office." he said looking at Riley when he said lawyer who only flicked him off. He stood up and opened the door.

I nearly shit bricks. I think maybe Cindy do gotta point. Woodcrest too damn small and you know everybody. Riley did a low immature whistle as she walked in and leaned forward smirking at her. I slapped the back of his head like Huey always does. He looked at me and rubbed his head. Her hair was straight down and she wore those glasses that you'd imagine sexy librarians to wear. She looked up and looked just as surprised as me. Huey noticed and looked at her then me suspiciously.

"Fuck no." she said in disbelief.

I smirked. "Hey Soph."

Author's Note: I know it's been a while I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! OK? So don't kill me! Now even though Cindy said she wasn't having an abortion you didn't expect her to keep the baby did you? Or will something change her mind? And what about Jazmine and her mom? Shit got real when she said she was gonna die. But can Sophie defend the guy she hates now? I really hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and I promise the next one will be soo much better now that I have the direction I want to move in. Until then...

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