The Fix 2 by K'wan

Author:K'wan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2014-12-11T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 12

Persia got off the bus at her stop, feeling pretty good about herself. There was nothing like Mary J. and the affections of a handsome man to make a girl feel like all was right with the world. She was floating on a cloud, but little did she know, there was a storm on the horizon.

She spotted them as she was walking home. Asia, Jean, and Vickie were posted up in front of the hamburger joint where all the kids in that neighborhood congregated. There were about seven or eight of them all together and they were all glaring across the street at Persia. Persia wasn’t a coward, but she wasn’t a fool either. There were too many of them to take all at once so she started walking like she didn’t even see them.

The gang of girls fell in step behind Persia and followed her down the block. She could hear them behind her, calling her bitches and other nasty names, but she didn’t turn around. Persia quickened her steps and the girls matched her pace. The insults got louder and the mob more unruly. It was obvious they weren’t going to leave it alone. Persia slipped her hand into her purse, and kept walking. She heard the heavy footfalls of someone running up behind her, and that’s when she finally made her move. Persia spun, pulling the lock in a sock from her purse and swung it. The weapon connected with the cheek of the girl who had been rushing up behind her. The impact from the lock in a sock knocked the girl completely senseless and put her to sleep on the curb. She was some random chick Persia had never seen before, but it didn’t matter. The battle was on and anybody who wanted it was going to get it.

Persia took a defensive stance, twirling the lock in a sock like a helicopter blade. “Okay, bitches, whose next?”

Another one of the girls foolishly tried to penetrate Persia’s defenses and it cost her. Persia tried to cave her skull in, but when she raised her arm to protect her face, it took the brunt of the strike. From the cracking sound and the way the girl shrieked it was a good bet that her arm was broken. When the rest of the girls saw that Persia meant business, they wisely kept their distance.

“Punk bitch, why do you need a weapon?” Vickie shouted. Her tone was nasally because of her broken nose.

“Same you need a bunch of chicks with you to fight!” Persia shot back. She was whirling the lock back and forth, keeping it in motion so she wouldn’t have to wind up if she had to swing again.

“You broke my sister’s nose and you think I’m just gonna let that go?” Jean spoke up.

“It ain’t for you to hold on to or let go, Jean. You and your sister know why she got her nose broke and if it wasn’t for the little lynch mob I’d be over there breaking the rest of her,” Persia spat.

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