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Ayesha Alexander
After I left the hospital I went to the bar. Not to drink my sorrows away because I wasn't like that. I just went to talk to my friend Justin. We've been friends since highschool and he works at the bar.
I parked my car and got out. I walked into the bar and straight to the bar table. I sat on the stool and a basket of French fries were immediately placed in front of me.
I beamed up at Justin. He chuckled.
"They're fresh." He said.
My smile got bigger and I ate some.
"How's your brother?" He asked. "I came hoping I wouldn't have to talk about my brother." I said. He nodded. "Alright let's talk about basketball." He said. I nodded and we went on about basketball.
About a half hour later the bar doors flew open and in came the son of a bitch himself.
Richard Davis.
He was laughing.
Fucking bastard.
"I should beat his ass into a coma." I mumbled. "I'm with it. We jumping that nigga?" Justin asked. I chuckled. "Wanna play darts I just finshed my shift." Justin said.
I nodded.
We got up and went to the dart board.
"You ready to get your ass kicked?" Justin asked. I scoffed. "Nigga bitch please." I said.
He chuckled. Justin threw his dart. It landed on the second row of red. He smirked.
"I can do better." I mumbled.
I then threw the dart. It got in the first row closest to bullseye. I turned around smirked.
He flipped me off. I chuckled.
"I put that pussy bitch in a coma." I heard Richard say while laughing.
I froze. My breathing hitched.
"And now his best friend wanna fight me in 6 months. That pussy shit right there." He said.
"Don't do it." Justin said.
I clenched my fist.
"And his sister ohh I would fuck the shit outta her. Just give it time." He said.
