Her Bad Girl

HBG 3

(Nika in MM)

~Karina

The music bumped loudly through Nika's house as I walked in. Her and some other girls danced on dudes. Men sat on her couch smoking blunts. I looked around at everyone who seemed to be having a great time.

"Rina!" Nika's voice boomed as she ran to hug me.

Nika was short, light brown skinned, and had a slim thick body. She had kids, but they lived with her mother because she would rather run the streets than raise them. She could get any man she wanted and used that to her advantage. She had several sugar daddies and was still adding to her list.

"NiNi!" I hugged her tight.

"They ain't bother you in the cage did they?" She asked.

"One girl tried it and ended up getting her jaw slashed." I smirked.

"I should have known you was gon be in there beating they asses." She giggled.

"Kick a bitch in her hip make her back bone slip." I said using the saying my mother used to tell me when I was little.

"Girl you is a mess! I see jail ain't changed you a bit. Now tell me, what they give you?" She asked.

"I did my four months and now I got 2 months of community service picking up trash and a year of parole." I said.

"Damn. Well we won't be involving you in our shenanigans. I want you to do better than what we are. You got a chance out here. I see it in you." She said.

"I sure hope so." I said as we walked to the kitchen.

"You want a drink?" She asked.

"Girl of course I do." I said quickly. Since I couldn't smoke, I damn sure was gon drink.

She poured me a glass that was a mix of 2 kinds of liquor and some fruit punch and handed it to me. I took a sip and instantly was feeling the flavor. She always made the best drinks.

"Aye Rina!" A voice said.

I turned to see my ex, Donny. That nigga was so damn annoying. I dated him in highschool and broke up with him because I just wasn't feeling it. He was just too damn soft. I'm rough around the edges and I'm used to fighting niggas and punking them. I don't want someone who just gonna let me walk all over them. Then he wanted to be petty up until I dropped out because I was being held back since I was getting such long jail sentences around that time. He was trying to have bitches fight me and none of them were brave enough to try to come at me alone. They would have 2 and 3 bitches with them. None of them every beat me up. They all ended up running because I stayed packing.

"What chu want nigga?" I mugged him.

To say the least, I was still a bit salty about the times he had tried to have me jumped. I still owe him a major ass beating.

"Damn its like that? I thought we was past all that shit." He said looking at me.

"Why are you even here? Get the fuck out." I said sipping my drink.

"This not even yo house you can't tell me to leave." He said.

I smashed the glass cup against his head causing him to fall to the ground. He let out a loud grunt as he held his bleeding head.

"I said get out!" I yelled.

I felt a sharp pain in my hand and looked down to see I had an inch long cut on my palm. Blood started to leak out so I quickly walked to the bathroom.

I opened the door to see a dude getting head against the wall by one of the girls in the gang. I rolled my eyes.

"Can y'all get out? I need to nurse my hand." I said flinching from the pain.

They both ran out and I looked for the rubbing alcohol and tissues. I cleaned the wound up with the rubbing alcohol and then put a thick wad of tissues on it and wrapped it up with tape.

I quickly walked out of the restroom and to the livingroom. I sat down on the edge of the couch next to Nika who was bragging about theevents that just took place. 

"Here she go. Just hit a nigga upside the head." She laughed.

"He had it coming. Ole bastard." I rolled my eyes.

"Lawd girl. You steady fighting. Sometimes mothafuckas don't need all that energy. Just ignore em and cut em off." She said.

"Fuck that. Sometines thr best way for a bitch or nigga to learn a lesson is to have it beat into em. He had me fucked up so I had to smack him back to reality." I said.

"By cracking hin in the head with a glass cup?" She looked at me.

"You damb skippy." I smirked.

"Fix it Jesus." She shook her head at me.

"Don't be acting like you ain't neva fought before. Many bitches as we had to drag all these years for much less than what he did." I told her.

"You right, but damn Rina. You just got out of jail. You can't be getting back in trouble. They gon give you five years in prison if you get in trouble again." She said with sincere concern in her voice.

"Fine. No more violence. But if a mothafucka try me, I got the right to defend myself." I said crossing my thick legs.

"Of course. Now lets celebrate you being free!" She said before getting up and dancing to the music.

"Aaaye! She is my ro-o-o-o-o-o-ock!" I stood up twerking making my booty jiggle in my dress.

The thoughts and worried of my life slipped my mind. I just hoped I could stay out of trouble and finish this parole and community service.