Free A Heart Full of Lies by Nique Luarks

Tone, she frowned and answered but turned the camera away from her.
                  Tone spoke. “Wassup? You there? Cause I can’t see you.”
                  Erin sat down on her bed and shook her head. “I can hear and see you. What’s up?” She could see he was lying in the bed in a wife beater. She couldn’t even front, he looked even better than the day she’d met him. She bit her lip and smiled.
                  Tone laughed. “Turn the camera on you, I wanna see your pretty face.”
                  “Santonio, usually people text, and ask can they FaceTime. How you know I wasn’t busy doing something, or I didn’t have company?”
                  “You answered didn’t you? So if you are busy you just made time for me, and if you got company he a lame, and you tryna see what a real nigga is about.”
                  Erin laughed and put the camera on her. “You talk a lot of shit.”
                  Tone smiled at her. “Cute ass. That your real hair?”
                  Erin fingered her hair. “Yea.” He gave her a look like she was lying. She laughed. “OK, don’t believe me.”
                  Tone rubbed his hands over his face. “I need proof.”
                  “How can I prove my hair is real?” she laughed again.
                  “Let me pull it.”
                  Erin shook her head laughing. “Hell no. Why would I let you pull my hair, it’s mine, this is all me.”
                  Tone gave her a serious look. “I’ma pull it one day.”
                  Erin curved his comment. “So what’s up?” She watched as Tone started moving around.
                  “I’m about to pull up on you real quick.”
                  Erin gave a bugged eyed look. “No you’re not.”
                  Tone ignored her and she watched as he sat the phone down and seconds later picked it back up wearing a crisp white t-shirt, and a royal blue Kansas City Royals fitted cap. “Where you stay?”
                  “Santonio did you hear me?” The tone in her voice got serious. “You’re not coming to my house, its eleven o’clock at night, and I don’t even know you like that.”
                  Tone hung up the phone.
     
    Thirty minutes later Erin heard a knock on her front door. She slipped on some panties and grabbed her phone. She rushed down the stairs and looked out the window and though it was raining hard, she could see a black 2016 Aston Martin DB9 GT sitting in her driveway.
    She looked out her peep hole but it was blacked out, like someone had their finger over it. “Who is it?” When nobody answered she became nervous. “Who are you looking for?”
                  She heard Tone’s voice. “Open the door.”
                  Erin turned her back against the door and leaned back on it. “Tone … really?” She shook her head in disbelief, “How do you even know where I stay? You been stalking me? This ain’t cool.”
                                Tone called her phone. “Open the door it’s cold out here and it’s raining, you want a nigga to catch pneumonia?”
                                Erin sucked her teeth, unlocked the door, and opened it half way. Tone looked down at her and flashed a diamond smile. Erin didn’t know if it was the cold or Tone but chills went up her spine and through her chest. She shook the feeling figuring it had to be the wind.
                                Tone was carrying two grocery bags. “So we just gone stand here in the cold?”
                                Erin huffed and opened the door allowing him to enter. She didn’t know whether to be mad that he’d just popped up, or that he