Hood Misfits, Volume 1 Read Online Free Page B

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    The dude stumbled from the bathroom wiping white powder from his nose. He then turned a bottle of Henny to his ashy black lips. That nigga was straight-up ugly. The nappy twists on top of his head looked like dried worms. He cut his bloodshot eyes over at me.
    â€œDamn, Sasha. Who dat?” he asked, motioning his head my way.
    â€œDon’t worry about it, nigga,” Sasha snapped. “Now get the fuck out before Dame has Trigga body you.”
    â€œYou saying that shit like a nigga scared of Trigga or some shit. That nigga can get got just like any other muthafucka. He ain’t invincible.”
    Sasha rolled her eyes and then turned to snatch the door open, shoving whoever he was out the heavy mahogany door.
    â€œStupid niggas.” She sucked her teeth. “Anyway, bitch, get up and follow me to the bathroom.”
    She started to walk back to where her and leather lips had come from, like she hadn’t just called me a bitch.
    â€œMy name is Ray-Ray.”
    She scoffed then jerked her head back like she had been slapped. “I don’t give a fuck what your name is, bitch! Get yo’ black ass in here so you can shower. By the time Dame and them niggas get finish wit’ yo’ ass, yo’ name gon’ be whatever the fuck he want it to be anyway.”
    I stood with my fist balled. At this point, I no longer gave a damn where I was or who she was. I wasn’t gonna be anybody’s bitch. “Call me a bitch again,” I dared her.
    She dropped her folded arms and tilted her head to the side with a smirk that said she was amused or maybe she thought me to be a joke.
    She smacked her lips, rolled her eyes, and chuckled. “It’s always you new young hoes that gotta make a bitch show her hand.”
    I didn’t say anything as we stared one another down. All I could think about was that I was in a new place and alone. I had nobody, so it was me against the world. Daddy may have babied me most times, but when he did school me on fighting, he always taught me to attack before being attacked. I already knew I had to fight. I had to let people know that I was no punk.
    We played that staring game for a few more seconds before she shook her head and gave a tsk sound with her mouth.
    She looked like she was going to go to the bathroom, and I made the mistake of taking my eyes off her. Next thing I knew, she yanked me by my hair and threw me on the floor. I kicked and swung back, but she had the upper hand. She straddled her big ass on me and started hammering me with closed fists back to back.
    I brought both arms up to protect myself as best I could. I admit, for the most part, I was a little scared. I had even thought about just lying there and letting her beat me to death, but then, out of nowhere, I could have sworn I heard my mother in my ear., You better get up and get this black bitch off you. You don’t let no bitch try to steal your beauty. This ugly-ass ho trying to fuck yo’ face up because you the new competition. Get the fuck up and handle yo’ shit, Ray-Ray.
    I didn’t know where my strength came from, but I screamed out, uncovered my face, and dug my nails so deep in that bitch’s face that she yelled and fell back. When that ho fell over, I jumped up quick as ever and went to work on her face. I grabbed a fistful of her weave, yanked her head down, and started upper-cutting that bitch. I dragged her ass across the room, and every time she tried to get up, I yanked her head down harder. All I heard were her screams.
    As I dragged her, I slipped and fell backwards on a table that I didn’t see, sending lamps crashing to the floor. I kept her hair in my hand though, and then used my feet to kick her in the stomach to keep her from getting back on top of me, but she still got some hits in.
    â€œBitch, let my fuckin’ hair go! I’ma kill you, ho!” she screamed.
    By then the door had come flying open, and I could