"And what?!? And what?" I cut off the guy who had started to yell obscenities at me after he grabbed at me. I stepped up to him.
"Girl, back up, because I'm not about to catch no case off of a broad"
"No, nigga, because you touched me. Therefore, I'm about to atleast slap the shit out of you"
"Girls be so sensitive. Just go tell ya boyfriend"
"I box bitch, me and my boyfriend fight alike" I shoved my phone down into my pocket. "So wassup? I can take an asswhoopin' if you got it, and I won't press charges"
"Imma say it was self defense anyways"
"Great. You not wrong." I took another step forward, and the person put their hands on my shoulders and physically pushed me back.
I swung, and someone yanked me back by my shirt when I was about to connect.
I turned, and shoved whoever it was in their goddamn chest.
"Oh, word?" Ferg asked, unfazed, before pulling me off, all the way to the car. "Don't step up to no nigga, Sayvior. What's wrong with you?"
"Leave me alone, Ferguson" I warned, and felt my anger bubbling up.
I watched him walk most of the way to the driver's side, before punching my
door and facing it.
"The fuck happened to you?"
"Stop talking...please"
"I made you walk away because if you hit him, and he hit you, I would have killed him. Straight like that"
A wave of sorrow washed over me. "You remind me of Coach"
"Why would you even say that, Sayvior? Why you picking with me because you mad? That's fucked up that you really just said that to me. I don't even feel like talking to you right now"
"...Coach stopped me from fighting people that sexually assaulted me"
"I don't know any other way to ask this without going into detail, but are you not a virgin?"
"No. I lost that when I was fourteen to some sixteen year old...I think. They were my friend's cousin's friend I think"
"You thinking twice?"
"I got my head hit some years ago, and lost my memory. I only knew that because it was in one of my diaries"
"And you never said nothing?"
"I forgot"
My joke made me crack a small smile.
"Did you write the nigga name down by any chance?"
"I only had sex because I didnt want my first time to be with an old man. I don't want to talk anymore, Ferguson"
Instead of responding, he just cut the music up, and I tuned him out.
When we got back to our hotel, Nast greeted me. "Hey, Champ. You ready for your fight tomorrow?"
"Hi" I dipped through everyone, and went to my room, quietly closing the door behind me, and dropping on the bed.
My emotions were all over the place.
I was angry at the guy at the mall, but I was also sad because I was reminded of the past, and lastly, frustrated, because I couldn't remember a thing about my mom.
About ten minutes later, Ferg wandered in. "I didn't know if you wanted to be alone or not, but I missed you"
My stomach flipped, and he got in bed with me, wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me close.
