Each of the men tries to grab one of us, but I’m not having it. She wants a fight? Well, she’s about to get one.
“Get your hands off of me!” I command, causing Manny to release me. I kick my shoes off now that they are ruined and charge straight for that bitch, grabbing a handful of her hair and slamming my fist into her stomach.
“You cock-sucking whore!”
She goes down under my blow, doubling over and gasping for breath, but it doesn’t shut her mouth.
“Cain’s cock is a delicious one to suck,” she taunts.
“Oh, yeah? Well the next time you do, you’ll be sucking it with a broken jaw, you nasty cow!”
And that is when the catfight begins. Out of my peripheral vision I notice more and more people gathering around us. I hear shouts of ‘Hell, yeah!’ and, ‘Beat her ass!’ and other explicit phrases. I don’t know or care if they are talking about me or her. My goal at this moment is to show this cunt bag I mean business.
“He’s mine!” she shouts, her high-pitched tone sounding like a child who just got their favorite toy taken away from them.
She comes at me with full force, her face grimacing with as much animosity toward me as I feel for her. The impact knocks us both to the ground, with her landing on top of me. The crack of her open hand hitting my cheek echoes over the noise of the hooting and hollering.
“Please, is that the best you’ve got?” I goad her.
In a wrestler-like move I flip us over. My skirt rips, exposing half of my panty-less ass. She is now on her back and I let the bitch have it. My hands strike her in the face and chest; anywhere I can land a blow. No tears, no screams. No sound comes from me at all except my heavy breathing as I pummel the living shit out of her. She howls like a wild animal under attack.
“You rotten bitch!” I finally scream as I dig my nails in the side of her head. It’s not until I am hoisted up and off of her that she gets in her best shot. Her foot catches me in the stomach, causing me to gasp for air as the wind is nearly knocked out of me.
Strong arms circle around me. Although these aren’t the arms of the man I would have expected to comfort me, they are soothing nonetheless.
I continue to kick at Emerald, her ramblings about the things she and Cain have done together hitting me dead center. She’s poking tiny holes in my heart as she continues to throw her darts at me, the tip penetrating right through the surface. I hate them all.
Cain snatches her up viciously. Her face is a bloody mess and her mouth is shouting profanities I have never heard before. Classy.
Her muffled cries dissipate as Cain drags her off into the darkness somewhere. I’m shaking, sweat dripping down my face, and I still want to fight. The pent up fury of years towards that woman has finally been unleashed and all I want to do is cut her snarly tongue out of her mouth for claiming Cain as hers. For throwing spiteful, hurtful information about the two of them at me. She doesn’t strike me as a woman who will easily walk away. She’ll be back. Please, God. Let me be gone by the time she decides to come back. If not, I’ll be calling up a lawyer of my own. Next time I might kill her.
“You can let go of me now, Manny,” I say calmly.
“You sure? I mean, you’re not going to go running after them and attack her even more? Because woman, I have to tell you, that was some badass shit right there.”
“Yeah, well, the dumb slut deserved it. She deserved it six years ago. That was just a tiny fraction of what I could do to her. I’ve never hated anyone as much as I hate that bitch. I hope she goes home and a thousand red hot fire ants crawl up her crotch.”
Manny releases me. I turn around and we both bust out laughing.
“Oh, my God. I can’t believe I said something like that. That’s nasty,” I say while still laughing.