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holes into her. She’d already told him that she didn’t catch the guy’s face, but knew that he drove a red Chevy Suburban. She hadn’t been lying, but she could tell that the detective felt like she was holding something back.
                  “I don’t know-” Donica started to say, but was cut off with a slap in her face.
                  “Dumb ass bitch! You had this shit done to him! You staged this shit!” Patrice screamed, throwing insidious accusations at her. She had a strong grip around Donica’s 18 inches of weave and did everything in her power to pull every bit of it out. She was well aware that Donica was very bitter about her break up with Cortez and that she tried every trick in the book to get him back.
                  To her this had been as low as someone could go, but she wasn’t giving Donica the benefit of the doubt. Patrice could see through the fake tears that had magically appeared on Donica’s face when the right person was looking at her. She wasn’t crying when Aasir and she was watching, but suddenly she was overwhelmed in tears when Yamin showed up. Patrice could see past her tricks.
                  “You get your baby daddy killed because you can’t have him and then you fake a fuckin’ kidnapping! Bitch kill yourself!” Patrice threw at her.
                  “Hey! Hey! Hey! Somebody get her the fuck out of here!” Yamin yelled. He placed his body in between the two and used all the strength he had to loosen the grip that Patrice had on Donica’s hair. He wondered why the detectives, the police, or somebody wasn’t doing anything to help him. “Get her out of here!”
                  “Get me out of here! That’s my man that’s laying on a cold fuckin’ table right now! This bitch had him setup and you know it Yamin! How the fuck you gonna give her your condolences, but don’t say shit to me?” Patrice asked in disbelief. Her North Philly accent was deep and was even more evident when she was mad.
                  “This ain’t the time or the place Patrice! Let go and get your muthafuckin’ ass up out of here!” Yamin commanded.
                  Patrice released the grip on Donica’s hair and slowly backed away. The pain she was feeling was obviously breaking her down and causing her to act in a manner that she would not have otherwise. Donica and she were two totally different people. Donica was brought up in the hood and had only moved out some years ago when Cortez started getting money. To Patrice she was a ghetto hood rat with no class.
                  Patrice on the other hand was born in the hood, but was quickly uprooted to the suburbs when she was ten. She had become used to money and only kept the company of those that could afford the things that she could. She loved everything about Cortez, but the thought of him being with Donica disgusted her.
                  “Aasir, get her the fuck out of here!” Yamin looked to his brother wondering why he hadn’t moved. This was not the time or the place for any confrontation and he wanted Patrice out of there. He didn’t even know why she was there in the first place. She was only Cortez’s girl, not his fiancé, or his wife. Only the family needed to be there and he didn't care what Patrice's status was in Cortez's life, she had to go.
              "Come on Trice. Let me get you to the house," Aasir said. He pulled on her arm and got nothing but resistance. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her from the floor to carry her out of the house. Everyone was staring, watching as Patrice made a fool of herself. She kicked and screamed as Aasir carried her out as if she had been a toddler throwing a tantrum. She hated Yamin for this. She felt she had a right to be there just as everyone else did.
                        "Put me down! I can walk on my own!" Patrice