Fresh Wounds

Fight Night Pt. 1

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Btw I kinda went forward in Olivias point of view last chapter, so this is gonna start before she woke up.

*Genesis in the media*

Kimberly

I look the devil in his eyes, my fists by my sides, and stand my ground. He's just grinning like everything is fine and displaying how much of a damn he doesn't give that I just literally watched his broke ass take my  money and put it in his back pocket. The money I worked my ass off for. I was awake. I was awake the entire time; I saw him creep in, snoop through my shit and even watched him stare at me biting his crusty bottom lip with lust and evil in his eyes. Seeing that made me so uncomfortable on so many levels and I felt if I didn't do something, things would be worse but equally worse if I took any hasty action. So I decided to pass gas to throw his intoxicated mind off of things.

James and I still are watching one another and he laughs while loosening up his stance.

"What? Scrawny bitch. You gonna make a move or not bones?" He flicks his nose with his thumb and smiles a dark smile. He called me bones because he and many other people who know me have always picked on me for how skinny I am. I've been called all kind of names: anorexic, twig bitch, stickman, pencil, bird chested and my least favorite, bones. Even though I know I'm not as skinny as I used to be, it still hurts. And it pisses me the hell off how people feel like skinny people can't be bullied! I have to look in the mirror everyday with those insecurities just like anyone else! He knows my buttons and he just pushed one. My face gets hot and I know its turning red.

"You have something of mine and I would appreciate if you put it back where your black ass got it from," I say, crossing my arms and shifting my weight to my right leg. He scoffs.

"If you want it back so bad, come and get it then bitch," he mocks my tone. "Try me," he grins. Why is his face so damn evil?

"Look, I don't want to fight with you I just-"

"Of course you don't want to fight me," he cuts me off, throwing his arms up. "You know how that shit would end."

"Just give me my money! It's mine and I worked my ass off for it! You a grown ass man with a whole entire full time job and you still have to steal from me? Broke ass nigga I am 15! All I have is a part time job that pays bi-weekly, not to mention, I buy everything everyone eats up in this damn house! So, give me my money!" I let it all out in one breath. Wow I'm shaking. The anger inside me is building up fast and it feels like a fire is in my chest. James changes his stance from carefree to a more alert one. He clearly wasn't expecting me to snap but shit, me either. We both shook right now.

"Someone's feelin' a lil bit bold tonight, huh? Why don't you make a move then bonessss!" He yells, pushing me with two hands on my shoulders. All of my anger is replaced with fear and I slowly step backwards as he gets closer to me. James twists one of my curls with his finger and gets in my face. I try to look down or away but with every move I make, he grabs my face, forcing me to look at him. "Come on, Kim," he whispers. "I'm right here!" I can only look down at my feet, clenching my fists, trying my best not to inhale the putrid stench of beer on his tongue. His breath is hot and moist on my nose. I hold my breath.

"Just take it, please go," I mumble defeated, trying hard not to cry. His grip on my face tightens and I squeal in pain. "See? That's one thing I really hate," he snarls. "A beggin', weak and pathetic little hoe! Look at you! Look how you're dressed. I know you probably been with half the block. Black slut," he says going into my drawer grabbing something. He throws my yellow PINK panties at my face, laughing. I grab them and ball them in my hand. My face turns red. "It doesn't matter how you try and dress it up. You'll never be a real woman and no man will ever want anyone like you! You are nothing. A waste of fucking life and annoying as hell! Here I am! Right in your face and you won't even do nothin' about it!" He's yelling at me and I can see sweat forming on his forehead from being so furious and frustrated from my lack of retaliation. But I'm still too frozen by fear to say anything, especially now.