Love Hurts (Lesbian Story) -Completed-[Editing]

Chapter 22

  "Ahh!" The woman yelps out as she falls to the ground.

   "Oh, my God, I'm so sorry!" I shout as I gain control of the stupid cart before rushing to her side. "Here, lemme' help you."

   She is holding her ankle so I'm not to hasty about helping her up. I wrap my arm around her waist and begin to slowly pull her up from the ground.

   "Damn, nigga' get the fu'ck off my girl!" I hear a deep, male voice yell as their hands tear me away from the woman. "Fu'ck wrong wit' you?!"

   "Boy, if you put yo' hands on me again, its gon' be some' wrong wit' you!" I yell as I push him back.

   "No, stop!" The female yells as she comes between us and faces him. "It was an accident, baby!"

   "Fu'ck naw, this dyke tryna' hit on you-"

   "Nigga', what you just call me?!" I yell as I step closer to him.

   "He doesn't mean it, he's just upset-"

   "A nasty, a'ss dyke," He repeats with a malicious smirk on his face. "What you gon' do about it-"

   "Baby, let's just go!" The female says to him as she tugs on his arm.

   "Man, let me go!" He yells at her as he snatches away. "I need to teach this gay, a'ss, bi'tch a lesson-"

   Before he can put the period at the end of that sentence, I throw my fist into his jaw, sending him falling back into his chicks arms. I feel my knuckles throb in pain after the hard blow to his face; my hand hasn't really, completely healed from the wall I punched so long ago. But I'm ready, I feel the adrenaline pumping through my blood and I just want to take all my anger out on this man.

   Just as he is about to unleash his wrath on me, a police car rolls up beside us.

   "Is there a problem here?" He asks after rolling down his window.

   I look at the dude and he looks at me.

   "No, officer." We both say in unison without breaking eye contact.

   "We cool," The dude says as he pats his hip with his hand, hinting to me that he is packing a gun. "Ain't we?"

   "Oh, we most definitely are." I respond by patting my hip as well, hinting to him that he ain't the only one packing heat. "Now, run along lil' boy. Listen to your girl."

   "Well, alright, let's get a move on before I start handing out tickets." The officer says.

   "Mmhm," The dude nods his head as he backs back to his car and they both get in.

   I watch as he pulls out of the parking spot and drives off before the police car leaves as well.

  Great, now I gotta make sure I got my fire on me every now and again.

   Before I go back to my shopping cart I notice something laying on the ground beside it. I pick it up and realize that its the woman's wallet. Its long and is a dark pink color. It also has glitter all over it which is now all over my hands. She must have dropped it when she got run over.

   I open it up and find that it has her I.D., drivers license, a few credit and debit cards, and a couple twenty dollar bills. It also has her name and phone number written inside. I put the wallet in my back pocket before clearing out my cart, debating whether I should take this broads money and cash out all of her cards, or say fuck it and give her a call.