Power and violence are opposites; where the one rules absolutely, the other is absent. Violence appears where power is in jeopardy, but left to its own course it ends in power's disappearance
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TT and I were throwing punches. Her hits were weak and she didn't know how to protect herself. I was pulling on her hair and doing what came to mind, arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me away.
"DON'T HOLD HER BACK!!" She yelled
I looked at who was pulling me away from the crowd. Joey. I felt something hit the back of my head.
"She's out." I heard him say. I'm out cold
• Four Hours Later •
I woke up in a room on a floor, this place is unfamiliar and my vision is blurry. I remember what happened though, a fight, Joey pulled me away and I guess he knocked my shit out. I'm mad.
"Mmmm!" I groaned "Ugh."
Felt like I've been sleeping for days.
"Kwon! Aunty!" I shouted. The door opened revealing a tall dark figure.
"You're up." It said "Sit up and take it easy, ma."
I know exactly who the fuck it is cuz only one nigga in this world call me "ma" and have some type of way of saying it, Joey. It makes me mad as hell but it is what it is.
"I'm going home!" I tried to get up but the room was spinning.
He walked in and gave me some tea. "This should give you a little boost. I forgot to buy a filter for my coffee machine so we just gon have to rock with some tea."
I took it and set it down next to me
"Where am I?"
"You're in my room. Such a cliche line."
"Why am I here? You know I don't fuck with yo backstabbing ass anyway. Wait till everything gets lined up, I'm getting the fuck out." I said sternly "Where's Kwon!?"
"Probably at home." He said calmly as he sat on the bed and looked down to me on the floor.
"He's not worried?"
"Well, he wasssssss but I insured him that you'll be find with me. He was very hesitant, we were basically fighting for you but I won." He said. My vision cleared, he was wearing slides, basketball shorts and a long sleeved shirt
"I'm calling Kwon. I dug into my pocket but didn't find my phone. My heart dropped.
"Looking for this?" He help up my phone and smiled.
"Give me my phone!" I said
"You gonna have to work for this, mama."
"Nigga this ain't no plantation! Give me my shit and show me the door." I gained strength to get up and try to get it. He stood up and put the phone in the air
"Can you get it now?" He laughed
"You're fucking childish!!" I sat back down on the floor
"Stop cussing and drink that tea. I'm trying to help you."
"I don't need no help from you! Kwon should have took me."
"Y'all fuckin or something?" He sat back down
"No!"
"I believe you. So whatchu doin'?"
I crossed my arms. This nigga really think we just gonna talk like nothing happened. Dumbass.
"You gonna have to talk of you wanna get anywhere."
"Ain't nothin' to talk about!"
"Let's talk about music." He smiled
"No."
"Tv sh-"
"No!" I looked at the tea, nothing wrong with it. I took a sip.
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._. "Whatchu wanna talk about then."
"I already told you!!! I don't want nothin' to do with you! We're done!!" I exclaimed
"I'm not done." He said
"I know you're not cuz you're annoying as fuck and won't leave people alone! You think we gon talk like nothin' happened!? The fuck is wrong with you!?" I splashed the now warm tea on him "Leave me alone or let me go."
He rubbed his eye and stood up "F-fine. You can leave if you want."
I got up, grabbed my phone and stomped to the door. He went to the bathroom to clean himself up.
"I'm sorry!" He called out. I shook my head and slammed the door.
