On My Own A Diggy Simmons Love Story Book 3

Chapter 75: Fight

Elana P.O.V

I held my face as I felt along the carpet. Did this chick just really hit me? Especially in MY HOUSE?! It’s on now! I swiftly got up and started hitting her. She jabbed me in the stomach and I punched her in the face. I was cautious on not letting her hit me in the face again. I can’t be looking like Scarface in front of Diggy. We wrestled all over the hallway before finally landing on the floor of Diggy’s room. We squirmed around kicking and pushing each other off. I have no Idea how long Diggy is going to be in the shower but he needs to come soon before somebody really gets hurt.

Diggy P.O.V

I was in the shower cleaning myself to a hang out more with Elana when I kept hearing some bumps against the bathroom door. I turned off the water and slowly got out. I changed into my clothes that I wanted to wear and opened the door to the hallway. I looked at the things that were on the floor and slowly picked them up.

Elana P.O.V

I pulled Iris by her hair and she landed on the bed. I punched her in the side before trying to free myself from her claws. Just when I thought I was free; she punched me in the mouth and I staggered into Diggy’s desk. I watched the blood from my bleeding lips drip onto one of Diggy’s white v-necks. I grabbed Diggy’s laptop and put it securely under his bed. I staggered back up and looked around the desk. I never thought I do this but she was truly messing with the wrong girl. I heard as she got off the bed and pulled my hair. I picked up the sharp blue scissors and sliced her arm. She screamed in pain and fell back on the floor. I look at the blood on the scissors and on my hands. She was crying and crying as more blood came out. She looked me in the eyes as she got up again still in pain. As she came closer to me I pushed her hard into the wall and held the scissors close to her throat. I was covered in blood and my hair was a mess.

Elana: *out of breath* you have crossed the line with me. I just wanted to come home and be with my family. That’s not too much to ask for. I did nothing to you and if I did it isn’t as much as what you are doing to me. I was nothing but nice to you and you’re doing me wrong? I took you in as a favor to your mother; my aunt. But you’re really going to treat me like this? I’m tired of this; all of it. I can’t keep hurting Diggy because you got drunk and was on that other stuff that night! All of this stuff that is happening is because of you! You claim you and Diggy is best friends this and best friends that but you steady putting all this pressure on him just because of some beef you and I got going on. On top of that what you going to say when he walks in here and sees this jacked up room? How are you going to explain to him that you had intentions of beating up his girlfriend? You have exactly nothing to say. You’re just going to stand there and cry meanwhile I’m getting the other end of the stick. I don’t know why you hit me but there isn’t really a reason unless you were jealous. But you shouldn’t be because you got it better than I do and more things than I have. You have a mother who loves you and a actual family. Meanwhile I don’t have a mother. She’s dead. You also have a boyfriend who loves you and just wanted you to call him and tell you love him. But instead you’re all up my boyfriends butt to even realize that. *drops the scissors and turns to leave the room*

I saw Diggy in the doorway of his room. I didn’t even bother to look at him. I brushed past him and started walking away from the fight scene that occurred but I went back to Diggy.

Elana: By the way, I took the time to put your precious laptop under your bed with my busted lip and sore body. Hope you take the time to realize that before yelling at me for something that wasn’t my fault. *says it with attitude before walking away*

I went to Justine’s room with my feet dragging along the carpet. I opened the door and walked in. I collapsed on the bed and she looked up at me while she was on the phone and gasped.

Elana: Yes mom, I know I look a mess.