Free 'Til Death by Dante Tori Page A

the hell you mean, “ No ”?"
                  "Look Ciara, I’m sexually attracted to you. I want to fuck you because you got the best pussy I ever had. But that love is out the window. We gone get a divorce and go our separate ways."
                  "But . . . I love you. I’m in love with you, I need you Boan. Please, can we at least try to work it out please?" I felt the tears sliding down my face but I didn’t care. I couldn’t let this man go.
                  "Naw. That sound like a personal problem. I don’t need you. I never did. I’m done with you, so stop acting like you my good devoted wife when you haven’t been anything but a bitch for the nine years we were together. And two years out of that nine, I wasn't even in Michigan because of you," Boan said, while looking at me.
    I broke out into a sob. I was sobbing in front of him. I felt my knees buckle and I clenched the sink. My heart was literally breaking, and I couldn’t take it.
                  "Ciara?" Boan said softly. I ran out of the bathroom.
                  "Yo!" Lo grabbed my arm and pulled me towards her. Culprit was looking confused and Tosh rubbed my back.
                  "Just take me home," I said. I needed them to take me anywhere besides the personal hell I had fallen into.
     
     

Boan
    What the fuck had just happened? Ciara just ran out of the bathroom in tears, caused by me. I was confused. I had never seen Ciara cry like that, especially over me. What the fuck was going on? I walked out of the bathroom. The girls were gone, but Culprit just looked at me.
                  "Are you retarded or stupid?" Culprit asked me.
                  I grabbed my hat and put it on my head. "First of all, that’s the same thing. Second, man, what the fuck are you talking about?" I asked, as I picked up my bags and made my way to the exit so I could leave.
                  "You know exactly what I’m talking about. I’ve never seen Ciara like that, bro."
                  "Shit, that makes the both of us, and she's my wife." I walked to the back of my truck and popped open the trunk. I put the bags in there, and Culprit followed.
                  "What’s your point in doing all of this?"
                  "Huh?" I asked, acting like I didn’t hear him.
                  Culprit looked at me like I was the dumbest nigga on the planet. "Don’t play stupid nigga."
                  "I don’t fucking like her," I admitted. Agitation was getting the best of me because I didn't know what I wanted to do with Ciara. A part of me knew I could never leave her alone for real.
                  "I know that. You love her." Culprit was starting to piss me off.
    "Man, I’m not the same dude. I’m not about to let that bitch run over me." She hurt me, and was the queen of running game on a muthafucka. I was trying to avoid being in the same position I was in last time.
                  "You a fucking idiot, dawg, I swear. Ciara is not like that anymore. She’s trying to prove it to your stupid ass, but you keep hurting her because you hurt. That’s not a good enough excuse, nigga."
                  "You don’t know what you talking about."
                  "I know exactly what I’m talking about. You and Ciara love each other. Y’all still in love, but somehow y’all lost each other in the mix of drugs and money. Now that y’all out the game, the greed is out the way. Just calm down man. I know you upset about how shit went down the last time, and your trust in her is probably all fucked-up. Just try to remember why you fell in love with her. Give her a chance."
                  I looked at him for a long time. "You trying to play Cupid?"
                  "Naw, man I’m just saying some real shit."
                  "You