Fine. So I informed her that there was no violence. Just a very large potted plant. The whole time, I was thinking I would like to get away from my damn niece. So I left and they left. When I got back inside, I had a few hours of Ade time and that made me feel a lot better. I thought about how I would talk about that and I’d just say I was showing him family pictures. But after that was over, I was left alone to think about everything else. Somehow thinking about life reminded me to take the trash out, so I did that.
The trash bag was heavy as hell. We probably need to start recycling bottles and metal instead of throwing it away. As I was outside with this heavy bag, I noticed my neighbor and some other girl. I think the other one is either her cousin or her sister. I tend to refer to her as bitch number two, and my neighbor as bitch number one.
I had a few meetings with bitch number one before. The last time I beat her ass, I told her, if she were ever to stand on our porch again, I would throw her over the side and let her land in one of the thorny bushes. The way she was looking at me gave me the impression that she remembered that. As I walked between the two women and past them, she said, “I see you ain’t talkin’ no shit now.”
I didn’t answer her. The bag was heavy. When I got to the big trash bin, somebody had closed the door. Motherfucker. So I had to throw this heavy ass bag over the top of the trash bin to get it inside. I guess I could have opened the door but I really don’t like touching that thing. Then I started walking back home.
When I got back to the two women, they were both looking at me. One was feeling a sense of power in numbers and the other probably had just learned that I wasn’t exactly a friend. As I walked between them, I said, “you know I’m gone beat ya ass, right?”
I kept walking. I heard her say “well come back here and do it.” I went back into my home to wash my hands. Carrying trash bags is my least favorite household activity. Then in my room, I took off my fleece dress. I walked back and forth in my underwear for a few minutes, thinking about the people outside. I knew I could beat one of them and the other was smaller than me. The two of them together might be more woman than me by volume and weight. I knew I had nothing to prove and the safest thing to do was remain in my home.
So I went outside again, this time in a much shorter dress and a sweater. The wind was blowing around my legs but I didn’t feel cold. I approached both women again and they got silent and just started looking at me. I spent a few seconds thinking about whom to strike first. Bitch number two had never said anything to me. So I walked to my neighbor and she started saying something but I didn’t understand her. I just punched her hard in her chest.
I felt that breastbone go back into her. I heard that air come out of her. Her body moved back. Then I put my fist into the side of her abdomen, withdrew it and drove it into her guts to see how much more air I could take out of her. After a few more seconds of beating her, she fell down and I felt somebody’s hands on my left arm and right shoulder. I guess she thought she could move me. So I turned and hit the little skinny bitch in her jaw. Then I noticed how pretty Bitch number two was. She was far prettier than bitch number one. I really didn’t want to hit her in her face again. So I picked her up. She started yelling at me and I just threw her on the sidewalk. I heard that body crunch. It silenced her.
After kicking bitch number one a few times, I returned to bitch number two and picked her up again. She wasn’t fighting anymore. I put her on her feet and took her arms. Then I moved her body to that trash bin. I heard her say “please don’t put me in there” as I rammed her into the side of the trash bin. There was blood dripping from her mouth but the cut was small and didn’t seem permanent. Once again, the trash bin was closed when I needed it open. So I had to pick the bitch up. She put her feet on the side of the trash bin and tried to push us away but that just helped me get her up. I heard her say “aw come on girl…”
Then I put her up and over the top of the trash bin. I was waiting for her body hit the metal bottom hard, and to hit the concrete below it even harder. There was no crash though. I think she landed on garbage.
I returned to bitch number one. Something she ate was on the ground. I picked her up, took her arms, and started moving her body to my home. She tried to yell but her efforts were weak. She tried to fall down but I held her up. I put my fist into her guts with every few steps. More food came out of her as I walked her up our staircase. Then I moved her over to the edge of the balcony. Then she asked, “What you gone do?”
I broke my silence.
“You know what time it is.”
That was the last thing that was said. I put my fist in her guts again, and took her jacket off of her. I put my fist in her guts again and took her shirt off of her. I drove my fist into her a few more times and more of her food came out of her and fell over my balcony, onto the thorny bush. As I unbuttoned her jeans, I started wondering if I was making a mistake. People had been dropped into our killer bushes before and needed help getting out.
Her jeans were tight, and they snapped open as I undid the top button. I put her arms together behind her back and held her in her underwear. I briefly wondered if people ever watched the shit that goes on in our house. Then I lifted the bitch up and put her over the rail. I didn’t watch her. I heard the sound of her going into the bush. I know those thorns went to work on her. So I went back inside.
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