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white cloth covering her face so I already knew what time it was. I put my silencer on my gun. I jumped out my car and jogged in their direction. This lame ass nigga didn’t hear nor see me coming.
                  "Oh, so you just gone take some shit that doesn’t belong to you?" He stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of my voice. He didn’t even turn around, before he dropped Erica's unconscious body to the ground and took off running. Little did he know I was a sharp shooter. I let that nigga get a few yards away and let off four shots in his back. I ran and caught up with his lifeless body and let off another shot in the back of his head. Looking around, I ran back and picked Erica up off the ground, and carried her to my car. I put her in the backseat of my car and took her to one of my spots on the Northside of Albany. I later found out that she had no home to go to. A few days later I set her up in a nice condo on Westover Blvd.
                  She and I have been rocking ever since. The only difference is she fell in love with a nigga and I was just trying to have fun.
                  Soon as I walked through the door I was ready to walk back out. I wasn’t feeling the vibe at all. Jodeci’s “Cry for you” was playing softly in the background. I could hear Erica sniffling and crying over the music. I looked towards the kitchen table and there was a cake on the table with a knife standing up in the middle of the cake. I shook my head as I walked closer to get a better view of the cake. It read, “Congratulations to Us”! This was some real Thin Line between Love and Hate type of shit, for real. I needed to cut this shit off with her ASAP. I was tired of fucking with her out of sympathy. We were young when we met and it was time to let this shit be.
                       "Erica come here, lemme holla at you for a minute!" I yelled to the back where she was. I wasn’t trying to hurt her but I needed her to understand that our feelings were not mutual. She came in the living room dressed in a sexy ass nurse costume. Her once blonde hair was now jet black. Even though I didn’t want to be with her that didn’t take away from her beauty. She had some pretty ass dimples that were pierced like Blac Chyna.
                       "What Mega?” she sniffled as she stood in front of me.
                       “What you wearing that for?” I asked.
                       “I fell asleep in it last night. It was supposed to be a surprise for you. I thought you was coming back… silly ol’ me.” She shook her head and sat down next to me.
                       “Look Erica, you and I,” I said pointing my finger back and forth to her and me, “Can’t be together like that anymore. I don't know how many times I've told you that. I love you, don’t get me wrong, but a nigga ain’t in love with you ma. I’ma keep it real with you E, I’m in love with someone else.” I don’t know what I said that for. Her pupils turned from black to fire red. I could see Satan himself in her eyes. Erica was a crazy bitch. She had proven that to me on several occasions. I used to like that shit about her back then but her ass had become too damn clingy over the years. Not only that, but she was a needy bitch. She always felt as if she needed me in her life to survive. I wanted a strong, independent woman that could hold her own. Erica was too weak and naive. If I were to tell her to jump, she would say how high. If I wanted her to wash my nuts she would grab a rag and soap and get to washing. That was a turn off. I need a woman, not a fucking servant. I had been taking care of Erica since I saved her that night at the strip club, and it was mainly because I felt sorry for her.
                       “WHY MEGA? WHY? AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU? HUH? WHO IS SHE MEGA?” She began to cry