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burst into her foster sisters' room. She held up the ruined tape with one hand.
    “Who the fuck touched my shit?”
    Both girls were on their beds, with magazines open in front of them. Kayla frowned and said, “What stuff?”
    “You fuckin heard me,” Desire yelled as she approached the twin with authority. “Which one of y'all bitches did this shit to my tape?”
    “How you gonna come bustin in our room accusing us of stuff, Desire? Nobody touched your shit,” Layla lied.
    Desire continued to press. “I ain't playing with y'all … who went through my shit?”
    Kayla sucked her teeth and said, “I don't care if you playing or not, but we ain't touch your stuff.”
    “What?” Desire said as she opened her arm. “Y'all afraid to tell the truth to a little old girl like me? What … y'all afraid or something?”
    Layla stepped in Desire's face and said, “You can talk all the smack you want, I ain't afraid of nothing, slim.”
    Desire shook her head and snickered and said, “Just as I thought, y'all bitches are pussy—ain't got no heart!”
    Desire chumped them both, then pretended to be leaving.
    Kayla yelled, “Yeah, bitch, we went through your shit, now what the fuck you gonna do about it? This is our house and everything that's up in here is ours.” She turned to her sister andsaid sarcastically, “All she worried about really is her lil bit of money she probably sold her ass for.” She reached in her pocket and pulled out the tube sock with the money in it and threw it toward her. “So take the shit and get out.”
    Desire paid the money no mind. “I don't give a fuck about the money! Just tell me why'd y'all do this to my shit.”
    The twins had never seen this mean streak in Desire. They wanted to dismiss her, but something told them somebody should at least try to offer an explanation. Desire looked like she was ready to explode if something didn't calm her down. Layla was the twin who didn't want to take the risk.
    “Aiight, we were just curious to know what was on that tape. We ain't heard nothing but a lady singing some church song, and that's when the tape player started eating the tape and it got bunched up.”
    “Fuck her, Layla, you don't have to explain shit to her. So fuck you, fuck the tape and fuck that dope fiendin ass bitch on the tape who was singing!”
    Desire snapped, and jumped on Kayla with lightning-quick speed. She whaled on her with no mercy, slapping her until she fell to the ground.
    “You fucking bitch,” Desire yelled as she stomped the twin relentlessly.
    Kayla curled into a fetal position. She protected her head, and Layla, who was stunned to see the frail little girl tear into her sister like a wild beast, grabbed Desire from behind to stop her from further assaulting Kayla. Desire countered in one precise move. Instinctively, she expertly spit the razor from her mouth and into her hand. It went down so quick the poor twin didn't even see itcoming. Desire caught her in the arm with the razor. In blind fury, she looked at Kayla and was ready to put in work on her face, when all of a sudden she felt a harsh blow to her head. The last thing Desire remembered was seeing stars after Mother Corley dealt a sickening crack to Desire's head. She delivered one more hit for good measure, landing Desire in the hospital.

     
    Desire suffered a contusion to the brain and a broken arm. She was a ward of the state, and was supposed to be protected as such. Knowing this made Mother Corley nervous. She suddenly changed into the perfect image of the “nice” foster mother, bringing McDonald's, a brand-new outfit from the Gap, and plenty of sweets to Desire's hospital room. Desire had no intention of telling the authorities who Mother Corley really was. She had been through this so many times before and had taken far worse beatings from the best of them. But there was no reason not to let the fat bitch sweat a little, she thought.
    “So, Desire, you know if those people start coming