Free 'Til Death by Dante Tori Page B

want me to say some real shit?"
    Culprit shrugged his shoulders. I started my truck and made my way back to the crib.
    "Stop acting like a scary bitch and talk to Lo."
    Culprit laughed and lit up a blunt like I wasn't being dead serious.
                  "I’m serious, nigga. You act like you terrified of Lo little ass."
                  "Man, I would love to talk to her, or for her to even address me, but she hates me." Culprit shrugged his shoulders again and passed the blunt to me.
    I took it from him and hit it, "I doubt that. But on some real shit my nigga, just speak to her."
                  "Speaking of being out the game, what’s your next plan?" Culprit asked.
    I just shook my head at him, "I got that covered. I met this real nigga in Alabama. He from New York doe. He got hella businesses and I told him I was gone call him when I get back to Detroit. Start making some legit cash."
                  "I feel that, but after you drop me off, go to her," Culprit said.
    I didn’t say anything. He was right though. I was twenty-seven. I’d been with Ciara since I was eighteen, and had married her when I was twenty. We’d been together for nine years, and two of those, I’d been in Alabama. But I’d have been lying if I said that woman didn’t have my heart. I knew I wasn’t perfect in our marriage, and maybe I should have tried to stop pointing the finger at her; at least she was trying to work it out, while I was trying to run like a coward again. I was going to go to her. She was my heart, and I didn’t have any choice but to follow it.
     
     
    Ciara
    We were at my house, getting drunk out of our minds. Boan hurt me, and I wanted to drown my sorrows in alcohol. I had on baggy sweats and a sports bra with my hair in a ponytail, and some reading glasses on. Lo had on a big shirt with some leggings, and Tosh wanted to be sexy with some silk pajamas. We all were drunk and eating ice cream. It was male bashing time.
                  "You already know what my motto is, fuck niggas get money," Tosh yelled out, while laughing.
                  "Bitch, shut up. You never even been in love," Lo waved Tosh off.
                  "Why would I want to? Look at you pitiful hoes. Crying over niggas, and embarrassing yourselves over some dudes. Ciara, that stunt today . . ." She didn’t finish her statement. She just shook her head.
                  "So what, he is my husband ," I said.
                  "On paper," Lo mumbled, laughing.
                  "Hold the fuck up. You’re one to talk. You can’t even be within the same vicinity as Culprit."
                  "That’s because I hate him." Lo face was twisted up like she was in pain.
                  "No, it’s because you love him too much and you hate yourself for loving him," I said. It seemed like all motion stopped. Lo’s head snapped up so quick, and she stared at me.
                  "What?" Lo whispered.
                  "What happened, Lo? You can’t stand the sight of him, and don’t tell me it’s because he cheated. It’s more to that, and I can feel it. You're beating yourself up over something." I told her. There was a slight change in both her and Culprit when they broke up, I just never addressed it.
                  "Yea, agree." Tosh slurred. Lo looked at both of us with tears in her eyes. She took a deep breath to compose herself, but it didn’t work.
                  "I . . . we . . . I was p . . ." The doorbell interrupted Lo.
                  "Goddammit," Tosh said, while slapping the counter top.
                  "I’ll get it," Lo said, jumping up.
                  I jumped off the stool and stumbled a little bit before regaining my composure. "No, I’ll get it. You sit." I walked to the door and pulled it open. It was Boan,