" I want my cell phone ! ," Dodie screamed as she gripped the cold steel bars tightly. " I want my purse! I want to see my lawyer ! You have no right to do this to me. I will sue each and everyone of you. I can buy and sell all of you. "
A tall skinny White woman with long thin blonde hair and mean narrowed eyes was pacing around the small holding cell. She suddenly stopped and turned to Dodie, saying," Shut the fuck up with all that noise, bitch. Or I'll shut you up. "
Dodie ignored her and called out," I want my phone. I want my phone ! Are you all listening to me ? "
The other woman snorted ," Shut up ! I got a headache, your royal hiney. "
A short roundbodied Black woman was sitting on a bench in the corner next to the open and none too clean toilet. She was looking at Dodie with hatred in her dark eyes. " Yeah shut the fuck up. I know why you here , bitch. You ran down that Black boy. Like he was trash in the street. And you kept going in your expensive car until you hit some White people. A man died and his son hurting too. You fucking bitch. I hate people that hurt kids. "
Dodie turned around and practically snarled," That's a lie ! I didn't mean to hit anyone. He walked in front of my car ! It was his fault ! And that man couldn't drive ! Leave me alone ! "
The Black woman stood up and strode confidently over to her. " Make me, you bougie bitch. "
The other woman laughed. " Yeah. " Her bony fingers reached out to grab hold of Dodie's long thick black hair and pulled it hard enough that Dodie yelped. " Yeah. Make us do shit. I'm here for selling my own damn body. I got two kids myself. She got popped for stealing from a grocery store. She got three kids. "
" Five," the Black woman corrected her. " Five. I got five kids. And if you had hurt my kids your ass wouldn't have made it here. "
Dodie swallowed hard and backed against the steel bars. " Help ! Someone help me ! "
The White woman laughed. " That what them kids said? Help ? Help me. This bitch is killing us ? With her fancy car. " She reached out and grabbed Dodie's manicured hand. " And her fancy rings. And her outfit that cost more than my rent do. That what they said. " She then leaned closer to Dodie and spit in her face. " That's what I think of you. That's what she thinks of you. Hell. That's what the pigs think of you. You think they'll come save you right now? Bitch , they got kids too. Ain't nobody saving you. "
The Black woman laughed. " And that the truth , Miss Bougie Bitch in a silk blouse. " She reached out and grabbed hold of her blouse to rip it in one swift move, revealing Dodie's lacy peach colored bra. " Nobody gives a shit about you so shut up. "
Dodie covered her bony chest with her shaking arms and tried to avoid eye contact with both of them. " I don't want any trouble with you people. I don't have money on me. "
The other women looked at each other and laughed.
The Black woman said roughly," What you mean you people? And we don't want your damn money ! It's always money with your type, isn't it? "
Then she lifted up her sneakered foot and kicked Dodie in her stomach causing her to gasp in shock and pain.
" Isn't it? ," the White woman sneered as she twisted the hair she still held in her hand and leaned closer to lick Dodie's cheek. " Keep your mouth shut now or the next thing I lick will be your pussy. Then you can call out " help, help " and see what happens. "
" Fuck her pussy," the Black woman said," I'll choke her ass the way that crazy bitch did the lawyer at St. Paul's. Only she won't survive like he did. "
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ODDS OF LOVE - SEASON THIRTEEN
General FictionThe ongoing original soap opera about disabled math genius professor Dr. Spencer Norland - Lane , his doctor husband DuBuis Lane and all their family , friends and enemies in the Washington DC metro area. Multicultural. Diverse.