Trouble in Paradise

Chapter 16: Amiyah

I cocked my hand back but before I could connect it to her jaw, I was being lifted off my feet.

"Dammit Khambrel! Put me the fuck down right now!" I fumed with anger.

"Yeah, put that bitch down!" One of her bummy friends chimed in.

"Amiyah, she's pregnant."  He tried to reason with me.

"That bitch face ain't pregnant and pussy ass hoe shut up before I beat yo dirty ass."

"Try it!" She challenged me. That's it, I bit Khambrel hand and sure enough he let me go.

When my feet touched the ground, I popped that bitch that was talking shit right in her mouth then she started pulling my hair.

"That's all you got? It's sewed in baby, it ain't going no where!" I kicked her in the coochie and she fell to the ground. I got on top and started beating her with both hands.

They saw that they friend was getting her ass beat and tried to jump in but Khambrel pushed both of them out the way.

"Don't even try it." He said sternly.

"Alright, that's enough." He pried me off of her and I noticed I had her leaking.

"Talk shit now, hoe" I looked down on her. Then she had the nerve to start crying. Tisha and the other friend rushed to her aide. She wasn't even paying attention so I took that as an opportunity to slap me a bitch.

"Monica, are you---" Blap! I slapped spit out of Tisha mouth. She had the audacity to look surprised that I even did it as she held her face.

"I told you that face ain't pregnant." I grinned sinisterly.

"This ain't over by a long shot, bitch. I will catch you slipping" I blew a kiss as Khambrel pulled me away.

"Come on, you attracting attention." Ignoring him, I continued.

"Indeed, I will" I threw up my index finger and waved it for emphasis.

"Shut up, yo." He turned me around and pushed me towards the direction of the car.

"You spazzing, you gone get arrested. Keep it up." He went on.

"Fuck that, that bitch spit in my face. That should've been her bald head ass on the floor." I huffed as I got in the car.

I looked out the window and saw them helping her towards their car. Soft ass hoes. They talk all that mess and can't even back it up. Bet they won't try it no more cause I'll hand out ass whoopings like Oprah. You get one. You get one. Everybody get one!

"You slapped her so get over it." I'll get over it alright.

"Why you defending that bum bitch?" I asked as he backed out the parking lot.

"I'm not, she preg--" I cut him off.

"I bet that hoe not even pregnant, she talk a whole lot of mess like she not. Pregnant people don't talk like they untouchable."

"Whatever and don't think I forgot about you biting me, get you later for that."

"Boy please, you don't want none. I'm Mayweather with the jab, better ask my opponent back there." I threw punches at the air.

"Gone on, goofy." He laughed and shook his head.

I was mad that our picnic got cut short but even more upset that I couldn't beat her ass like I wanted to but like I told her...it ain't over yet.

"Go to five guys, we gotta get Leeah food." He nodded, I put in my J. Cole CD. He mugged me.

"Don't put that trash nigga in my radio." I almost slapped him.