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on my baby niece.”
“Oh, that bitch is foul.”
“I usually don't say nothing because my lil' niece be with me, but not today.”
At that moment, the store clerk came to the door and called C-Note to inform him that his food was ready.
“Hold up,” C-Note said to Mercy. “I'll be right back. Don't go nowhere, now.”
“I won't,” Mercy responded with a smile, but just as soon as C-Note entered the store, Mercy started walking home.
Before Mercy knew it, out of nowhere, Brianna was in her face. “Oh, bitch, you want to play with me?”
Mercy knew what time it was, and she didn't give Brianna a chance to say or do anything before she hit her with a quick left hook and a hard straight right using the cans inside of the bag as her weapon, gripping it tight. Brianna neither saw nor expected it. The hook caught Brianna on the jaw while the straight right hit her on the chin, knocking Brianna straight to the ground. Mercy grabbed her by the braids and dragged her for a split second, then kicked her in the face four times before Brianna's friends jumped in to help her.
One of the girls hit Mercy from the blind side, and Mercy hit the ground hard. They tried to advance on her. She was too quick for them, though. Since she was mentally prepared for the fight, she would not let them take her. In a blink, Mercy reached for the bag with her ravioli cans, gripped it tight in her hand, and came up swinging. Mercy hit one chick on her hip, and she fell like a bad hairdo. The other girl was still throwing a bunch of quick baby punches at Mercy, looking like she was in fast-forward mode her licks were coming so quick. It's too bad she had no idea that she was about to get the hell beat out of her, courtesy of Mr. Franco-American Raviolis. Mercy swung the cans in a wide upward loop, coming down across the girl's head, sending her into la-la land. She continued to beat the heifer until she realized the girl was out cold. She threw her cans in the big Dumpster and was about to throw in the towel until she saw Brianna scrambling, trying to getup off the ground. She could not resist. Mercy knew what she had to do. Brianna threw her hands up in defense; all the fight had been taken out of her. Mercy didn't give a damn that she had just knocked Brianna out one time; she had to give her a bonus round. She reached out and grabbed Brianna's braids and yelled, “This is for my niece, bitch!”
Brianna tried her hardest to fight Mercy off, but there was no hope, especially when Mercy head butted her. Not once, but four times. Mercy had fought with so much emotion that she had not realized that her shirt had come off. She had blanked out and was living out her dream of being the heavyweight champion of the hood. She had no idea just how much damage she had done to her foes or herself. Mercy too was bleeding and in need of a few stitches.
It's funny how in the hood everyone can be in the house, but let a fight break out and people come out like the roaches do when the lights are turned off. But when the police come, they scram like roaches when the lights are cut on. Luckily, somebody had told Ms. Pat about the fight. Equipped with her butcher knife, she showed up in just the nick of time. It was only by the grace of God that she was able to get down to the corner and pull Mercy off Brianna, leaving the police clueless as to who was the gangsta-ass chick who had punished the neighborhood troublemaking bitches.
M s. Pat drove Mercy to the hospital to get stitches and a wrist brace. When Mercy woke up the next morning, she had a headache that would not quit, every bone in her body was hurting, and her right eye was swollen shut. She got up and walked intothe kitchen, where her friend, Chrissie, who had been with her in the group home, and Deonie were having cereal.
“Hi, Auntie,” Deonie said. She then looked up at Mercy and scrunched up her face. “I don't like that makeup on your face.”
Mercy snickered. “I don't either,
“Oh, that bitch is foul.”
“I usually don't say nothing because my lil' niece be with me, but not today.”
At that moment, the store clerk came to the door and called C-Note to inform him that his food was ready.
“Hold up,” C-Note said to Mercy. “I'll be right back. Don't go nowhere, now.”
“I won't,” Mercy responded with a smile, but just as soon as C-Note entered the store, Mercy started walking home.
Before Mercy knew it, out of nowhere, Brianna was in her face. “Oh, bitch, you want to play with me?”
Mercy knew what time it was, and she didn't give Brianna a chance to say or do anything before she hit her with a quick left hook and a hard straight right using the cans inside of the bag as her weapon, gripping it tight. Brianna neither saw nor expected it. The hook caught Brianna on the jaw while the straight right hit her on the chin, knocking Brianna straight to the ground. Mercy grabbed her by the braids and dragged her for a split second, then kicked her in the face four times before Brianna's friends jumped in to help her.
One of the girls hit Mercy from the blind side, and Mercy hit the ground hard. They tried to advance on her. She was too quick for them, though. Since she was mentally prepared for the fight, she would not let them take her. In a blink, Mercy reached for the bag with her ravioli cans, gripped it tight in her hand, and came up swinging. Mercy hit one chick on her hip, and she fell like a bad hairdo. The other girl was still throwing a bunch of quick baby punches at Mercy, looking like she was in fast-forward mode her licks were coming so quick. It's too bad she had no idea that she was about to get the hell beat out of her, courtesy of Mr. Franco-American Raviolis. Mercy swung the cans in a wide upward loop, coming down across the girl's head, sending her into la-la land. She continued to beat the heifer until she realized the girl was out cold. She threw her cans in the big Dumpster and was about to throw in the towel until she saw Brianna scrambling, trying to getup off the ground. She could not resist. Mercy knew what she had to do. Brianna threw her hands up in defense; all the fight had been taken out of her. Mercy didn't give a damn that she had just knocked Brianna out one time; she had to give her a bonus round. She reached out and grabbed Brianna's braids and yelled, “This is for my niece, bitch!”
Brianna tried her hardest to fight Mercy off, but there was no hope, especially when Mercy head butted her. Not once, but four times. Mercy had fought with so much emotion that she had not realized that her shirt had come off. She had blanked out and was living out her dream of being the heavyweight champion of the hood. She had no idea just how much damage she had done to her foes or herself. Mercy too was bleeding and in need of a few stitches.
It's funny how in the hood everyone can be in the house, but let a fight break out and people come out like the roaches do when the lights are turned off. But when the police come, they scram like roaches when the lights are cut on. Luckily, somebody had told Ms. Pat about the fight. Equipped with her butcher knife, she showed up in just the nick of time. It was only by the grace of God that she was able to get down to the corner and pull Mercy off Brianna, leaving the police clueless as to who was the gangsta-ass chick who had punished the neighborhood troublemaking bitches.
M s. Pat drove Mercy to the hospital to get stitches and a wrist brace. When Mercy woke up the next morning, she had a headache that would not quit, every bone in her body was hurting, and her right eye was swollen shut. She got up and walked intothe kitchen, where her friend, Chrissie, who had been with her in the group home, and Deonie were having cereal.
“Hi, Auntie,” Deonie said. She then looked up at Mercy and scrunched up her face. “I don't like that makeup on your face.”
Mercy snickered. “I don't either,
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