Sophia's POV

Sophia waited around on the corner by her house. She had on a flimsy little skirt and a jean jacket covering up a small white shirt that revealed practically everything. She waited for Richard's black truck but instead, Carl pulled up. Sophia jogged up to his car. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I'm picking you up," he swung the door open into her legs. "Get in."

"But I can't I'm waiting for someone," she stepped away.

"Who Richard? No more slutin' around on me Sophia," he pointed to the passenger seat. "Get in this car right now hoe!"

Sophia climbed in the car and shut the door. "Where are we going?"
"Back to where you belong," he gave in on the gas and the car lurched forward. It wasn't long until he parked in front of his apartment.

"At your apartment?"

"Yeah," he got out. "I got something for you," he opened the front door and held it for Sophia.

"A surprise?"

"Yeah, kinda," he came up behind her and put his arms around her waist.

"Well where is it?"

"Right here," he pinned her against the wall and turned her toward him. They made love right there in the kitchen. Sophia wasn't as willing as she used to be, going around changed her. Twenty minutes had passed and Sophia pulled her lips from Carl's, "What?" Carl asked.

"It doesn't feel right anymore," Sophia crawled out from underneath him and slipped her underwear back on.

"What doesn't?"

"You," she shrugged, "and me."

"You are my girl, come on," Carl pulled his boxers up and hugged her close.

"I'm not, and I have a date if you don't mind," she headed toward the door but Carl beat her to it and held it closed.

"No you don't," he mumbled.

"Yes, I do," she raised her hand.

"What are you gonna do, hit me? It won't bring him back," he smirked.

"Won't bring who back?"
"Richard, he's dead."

"What did you do to him?"
"I didn't do shit girl, he's just dead," he moved out of the way. "So if you wanna go, go."

"I can't believe you'd kill someone."

"I didn't kill him," Carl swung his arms in the air.

"Then how do you know he's dead?"
"Hm, let's see," Carl said sarcastically, "See these things," he pointed to his lips, "they move and people communicate."

"Someone told you that Richard is dead, just outta no where?"

"Yeah, we were talkin' bout the latests deaths and his name came poppin' outta no where land, jo," he shrugged.

"Well I don't care, I'm not staying here," Sophia opened the door.

"If you walk out that door," he thought.

"What?" Sophia turned back to him.

"Then I'm losing you and that's something I don't wanna do," he made up that mushy line. He just didn't want her to leave.

"I'll stay," she told him. "If you tell me what you really know."

Carl looked around, grabbed her wrist and pulled her back inside. "You'll stay?" he dead bolted the door.

"Yes," she nodded.

"Even if the truth hurts?"

She sighed. "Yes. Just fuckin' tell me, Carl. I don't have time for this shit," she slapped at his chest.

"You do have time, you aren't goin' no where," he sat down on a kitchen stool.

"Tell me," Sophia crossed her arms.

"When you told me you were slutin' around tonight, I overreacted and didn't want you to. Because I have feelings for you and I don't want my girl out there not bein' my girl, ya know?"

"So you hired someone or did it yourself but you killed Richard?"

"I hired someone, yes."

"I don't believe this," she spun around swinging her arms. "Why would you do somethin' so stupid nigga? I dun even wanna be wit yo ass now," she hit him in the face. "What I do in life is my decision, stay the fuck away from me and my boys," she stormed out the door.

"You said you wouldn't go," Carl followed her.

"I lied. I can't believe dis shit."

Carl stopped in the middle of the parking lot. "You go than, see if I care. I dun want you 'round here anyway hoe! Get out and don't eva come back," he swore his way back into his apartment where he slammed the door. "Can't believe dat nigga. What am I gonna do wit out her?" he sat down on the stool and held his face in his hands.