“You little piece of s**t!”
Sophia was shoved inside the house before another slap landed on her face. “What-” She looked up, her eyes filling with tears from the pain of the slap. She saw the woman raising her hand up one more time, but this time she was faster. Catching it, she held it in her hand tightly, “who the hell do you think you are slapping me like this?”
It was then that Steven walked in, seeing Sophia holding tightly to Natasha’s hand. “What the fuq are you doing here, Natasha?”
“So this is why you won’t even think about getting back with me?” Natasha forcefully pulled her hand from Sophia. “Because of this little tramp?”
“Who are you calling a tramp?” Sophia glared at her. She was sick and tired of being called names and felt it was time to stand up for herself. Her hand
