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Talk Shit, Get Hit

Tink

"Turn the TV up", I said to Detrell. We were laying in his bed watching What's Love Got to do With It. I so absolutely love this effing movie!!! He turned the TV up as I laughed at the part where Lil Anna was in church singing all loud and shit. She was getting it tho, no lie. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Detrell got up to answer the door and I continued to watch TV.

"So you got that bitch up in here", I heard someone say. Even tho I know whoever that person was, was talking about me, I decided to stay in the bed.

"Naw fuck that. Where the fuck she at". I kept my eyes glued to the TV. Then i heard footsteps. "Get the fuck off me". SMACK.

"What the fuck you doing here", I looked up at the door and there was the bitch who had been talking shit on Facebook about me for the longest. Her ass whooping was way pass due and talking to me like this, she was gone earn that bitch tonite!

"Girl you betta take yo raggedy ass home", I said waving her off.

"Raggedy!!!! Bitch ill whoop yo fuckin ass", I looked up at her, still standing there, Detrell holding her arm. Bitches always talking bout what they gone do instead of doing it. Bitch ain't never heard Nike motto before, "Just do it"! I raised myself out the bed and stood in her face. "Now what happened", I asked, my hands propped on my hips. Either she gone hit me or I'm fina dog walk her ass all over this house. "Bi...." I punched that bitch in her mouth before she could get the word out. I grabbed her hair and slung her into the wall and continued punching her. Before long I was being picked up with my hands pinned down by my side. I got one good kick to her face making her head hit the wall. Detrell sat me down in the living room on the couch. "You need to calm the fuck down". I bust out laughing and he walked off. Calm down? Nigga I been calm. Betta tell yo bitch calm down fo I body her weak ass. This why it ain't official.with us right now. He be having these hoes heads gone, prolly telling us all the same shit but I know bullshit a mile away and he can't shoot it to me. But fuck him, he can be with her and whoever else, I'm done. I got up off the couch and went back into his room where he was trying to calm her crybaby ass down. No lie, that bitch was crying crocodile tears. I picked up my shoes off the side of the bed and flipped them off walking back to the living room getting my keys and leaving. Fuck him!

Nikki

I was sitting at home in my living room with a new friend but he was about to be a past issue. I can't stand a man that only talks about fucking and ain't even got to know me or took me out on a date and that's what he's been doing since he walked thru my door.

"So ma, you looking hella good in them shorts", he said.

"Don't I know it", I fake smiled. Should've put on a fucking turtle neck and jeans but that's my own fault.

"You gone let me take em off for you", he asked. Instead of cussing his ass out like I wanted to, I rolled my eyes and ignored him.

"You don't hear me", he said, scooting closer to me. Once he was close enough, he reached his hand out trying to touch my leg and I jumped up. I had had enough of his shit.

"Get out. You too disrespectful"  I said, pointing towards the door.

"Mane I ain't did shit but what you want. What woman gone wear short shorts the first time they meet a nigga", he said, still sitting there. I walked off to my room and grabbed my keys which held my mace. Once I made it back into the living room, he had propped his feet up on my table and his hands were behind his head. I aimed my mace at him. "You got three seconds to gather yo shit and get the fuck out".

"Brah, you got me fucked up. Spray that shit and it'll be the last time you spray anything",he said. I pressed the button down. He started hollering and clawing at his eyes. This boy really had lost his screws, ain't no bitch in my blood. He betta find another bitch to threaten. I opened my door and grabbed him by his shirt, helping him out then he swung missing me by a hair. I sent a left hook to his face then a right one, making him fall down. His ass still couldn't see, I don't know what made him swing. I started stomping his face in.