she hung up the phone, just as Erin turned around. Erin sat her phone down and swiftly turned around, and just like Sasha had told her Amina was no less than twenty steps away. She already knew what time it was, and stood her ground as Amina and a group of females approached her. “Are you fuckin’ Tone?” Amina wasted no time and asked with an attitude. Erin gave her an ugly look. “Do I know you?” Sasha came and stood beside her. Amina pointed her finger in Erin’s face nearly touching her. “No bitch, but you about to.” Erin pushed her finger out her face, and went to stealing on her. Everything after that went black. She continued swinging and punching, even when it felt like her hair and clothes were being pulled on. She was too zoned out on whooping Amina’s ass. Erin felt her body being picked up and pulled away, as she kept punching and kicking, screaming, “Bitch!
