Conflict Reloaded

Chapter 3: Fight On

(Malia)

"What the fuck are you crying for?", Jahlil asked me as he came out of the bathroom. I looked over his body. His lip is busted, he has light bruising on his face, the small cuts on his arms. He's in pain, why does he think I'm crying?! I care about him a lot and to see him this way breaks my heart.

"I just want you to be okay Jahlil. You scared me so much when you came over here, but I'm glad you did. Who did this to you?"

He sat next to me and let me finish cleaning his face.

"I'll tell you who did this to me when you tell me who did that to you."

I gave him a questioning look, but he pulled my shirt sleeve up. My bruised arm in full display.

"How did you-"

"When I touched your arm earlier, I saw the pain on your face. And you have on a white see through shirt Malia. Who did it?"

He laid beside me on my bed.

"You'll get mad if I tell you who did it."

He chuckled then looked at me, his beautiful brown eyes darker than usual.

"Oh trust me Malia. I'm already pretty fuckin' pissed."

"It- It- It was Kyle! But he apologized and everything! He even got me a bracelet and stuff. It really isn't that bad."

"Don't be one of those girls Malia. Damn, Please don't. My mom was that type. She stayed with my dad despite all the times he made her bruise up. Forgive him once, shame on you. Forgive him twice, shame on you. Forgive him three times? You might not get to. Might be too late. Then he'll have no choice but to give you flowers instead of jewelry."

I couldn't say anything to that, because I know he'd never tell me anything wrong. He's always real with me. And he's never liked Kyle. Maybe that's why. Maybe he could sense the other times when Kyle put his hands on me too.

"End it." He simply said as he laid on my bed. "Or else I'll end it for you."

"Umm..." I don't know what he meant by that. "I will... I'll end it."

I grabbed my blanket then spread it out over us.

"So are you gonna tell me who did this to you?"

He turned and laid on his stomach. "Nah."

I groaned and laid down. I already seen this coming so I'm not surprised.

"Goodnight Jay."

"Goodnight Mali."

(Next Day)

Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no!

Kyle and I were on our way to his truck, but Jahlil came over to us.

"Aye muhfucka, you think it's okay to hit females?!"

I tried my best to stay in between them, but Jahlil effortlessly moved me out the way. I guess this is what he meant by what he said last night. I really should've went through with my promise.

"Man what goes on between me and my bi-"

Jahlil's right fist came into contact with Kyle's face. Kyle fell to the ground like a sissy. "WRONG ANSWER MUTHAFUCKA!"

By now it's a huge crowd surrounding us. Kyle pushed Jahlil into someone's car. He was about to punch him, but Jahlil moved and Kyle punched the window of the car. Jahlil picked Kyle up and slammed him to the ground. Jahlil started swinging his fist so quick it looked like he was in a boxing ring. Monica smirked at me.

"Look at what you started."

"Bitch shut up."

"Nah hoe you shut yo ole thirsty ass up. What you gon' do?"

My anger got the better of me, so I slapped her ass. She is and has always been jealous of me. She's so jealous because Jahlil spends more time with me than he does with her. If she was a cooler female then maybe people could tolerate her ape lookin' ass.

She started to swing on me, but I blocked her hand then punched her in the face. She grabbed a handful of my hair and slung me to the ground, so I kicked her in vagina. She better be damn glad I didn't wear heels like I usually do. I'm getting rid of these sneakers though. They probably smell like sardines now. She fell to the ground screaming, so I used that as I chance to rip her damn tracks out.

Administrators started rushing out the building and over to the fights!

Jahlil and I both tried to avoid being restrained. We kept on trying to fight. It was much easier for them to restrain me. It took about five people to break up Jahlil, Kyle, AND Trevor up. Trevor decided he would try and help jump Jahlil, but his ass was on the ground getting stomped out and crying like a little pathetic bitch.

Stupid ass.

Oh shit, my parents are gonna be pissed. At least I get to speak with them. That doesn't happen much.

(Jahlil)

"Are you crazy Jahlil?! Have you finally lost it?!" My grandma continued to pace as I sat on a stool at the island in the kitchen.

"I-"

"Don't speak when I'm talking! Your father was just put into jail because he fought with you, then you want to go to school and fight someone?! YOU BOTH HAVE ANGER ISSUES!"

"THAT MAN WAS ABOUT TO PUT HIS HANDS ON YOU! I had to do something. I was trying to help you. What if I had went back upstairs and he pulled that gun out on you?! He could have killed you!! You didn't even fuckin ask me why I got into the fight. A black boy fight a white boy and damn near gets expelled?! Ask me what I fought him for. I fought him because he put his hands on someone who I love. I'm not about to stand by and do nothing like I did with my mom and your fucked up son. I will do my best to try and protect the people I love from now on. If that makes me a bad person then I guess I'm just a horrible muthafucka!"

She slapped me, which only made me angrier. Since I can't hit her, I got up and punched a hole in the wall. She was about to say something but I turned away from the wall and got in her face.

"YOU WILL STOP PUTTING YOUR FUCKING HANDS ON ME! I DON'T HIT FEMALES BUT I'M HELLAH TEMPTED TO TREAT YOU LIKE A DUDE. WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO DESERVE ANY OF THIS SHIT?!"

She turned and walked towards the living room.

I grabbed my phone off the island then left out the house. Fuck this shit!