How to Heal a Broken Heart (Explicit Content)

You're my sister, girl! (Elle)

My twin and I were riding  downtown in my 2019 silver drop top Mercedes Benz with a few packed boxes in my backseat. Elleah, Wynter and I all decided to move in together. We were all single now and had gone through the worst, so why not live like we were back in our college days. We wasn't old just yet.

"Elle this car is nice as hell, when did you get it?" Elleah admired the luxury of my car while rubbing on the cream leather interior.

"I got it a few days ago, you know my clothing line is doing big things now. With everything that's been going on, I'm actually staying focus and making a name for myself." I mentioned as we stopped at the red light. I looked out my peripheral and noticed Stasha ghetto ass sitting at the bus stop chewing gum with a Burger King uniform on.

"Elleah there go that Stasha bitch!" I patted her fast on the hand trying to get her attention.

"Where she at though? That bitch about to get a beat down!" Elleah yelled out. She looked around for Stasha , pounding her fist in her hand aggressively.

"Elleah, fuck that hoe. Karma is gonna get that ass. Look at her, she's already working at Burger King, she ain't living like she was. Plus, you can't be out here showing your tail. You know you're a nurse and got a reputation to uphold."

"Girrrlll, these folks don't know me in these streets! My name is Karma today Elle!" Elleah hollered as she jumped out my car and went up to Stasha.

The light had been green and people were honking their horns at me to go. I closed my passenger door and quickly whipped to the side of the street. I parked my car in a no parking zone, I didn't have time to search for a parking space. I rushed over to Stasha and Elleah, they were already in a deep argument. Then Stasha turned her nose and lip up at me as if she was irritated to see me.

"I see you got yo twin trying to fight yo lil battles Elle! You a weak ass bitch and I should put hands on you for fucking up my clothes too!"
Stasha moved her head snakelike as she confronted me.

"Girl you're lucky that's all I did. You got one more time to call me weak too and for the record; I don't got my sister doing shit, so watch yo mouth! I was trying to be grown and hash this shit out like adults but you know what......"

I got tired of talking, one thing for sure is, I don't cry wolf. I'm not gonna say what I'm gonna do, I'll just show you. All of a sudden I punched Stasha dead in her face. I kept swinging fast, not missing. I bet she didn't know a big girl could move so quick. She still manage to get a couple hits in by doing a windmill with her arms but her licks didn't phase me at all. It was like throwing peanuts at an elephant. I couldn't feel a thing. She was the one weak. A lot of talk but couldn't back it up. I wrapped her orange matted weave around my hand and just kept hitting her in the face until I saw blood. I then head butted her and she fell on the ground holding her face in pain. People gathered around us watching the fight and recording it. They ranted out in oohs and aahs with every hard blow I gave Stasha as if they felt it too. A guy in the crowd yelled out " World Starrrr!" while Elleah and I both kicked Stasha in her side hard as hell. Good thing we didn't wear heels today or it could have been much worse. I know we bruised her ribs or fractured something. I bet she won't talk shit any more though. I then stood over her like a champion while she laid on her back helpless with blood running from all direction of her face. I stared her right in her eyes, making eye contact with her.

"You better not ever call me weak again bitcch!" I put emphasis on the word bitch. I gathered up a large amount of salvia in my mouth. You know the kind that be wayyy back in your throat, the kind you hack up. I then spit the glob of salvia on her and kicked Stasha in her face. I honestly wanted her dead. To me the worst thing you can do to a person is spit on them, so I did it to her.
You could see the blue lights and hear the sirens from a distance rushing down the busy street trying to get through the traffic. I know I should have ran when I saw the police coming. I tried my best to stop kicking Stasha but I just couldn't. Rage took over my body. I wanted her to hurt like she hurt me. It felt good seeing her in pain and no one was helping her. Elleah didn't let up from kicking her either. The police pulled up five cars deep as we were stomping Stasha. They grabbed Elleah and my arms roughy, man handling us. The police yanked us away from Stasha forcefully. They immediately put Elleah and me in cuffs. Then they put us in the police car. I can't believe I was about to go to jail , how could I let Stasha push me to my limit and get arrested? Now, look at me sitting in the back of this police car and watching my brand new Mercedes Benz get towed away.
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