yells.
By now, it's five girls with them and five girls with us because, when Miss Parade goes off, she makes two.
"Fuck you, bitch," the girl says.
Miss Parade steals the fuck out of her. She fights like a man and her punches are powerful. The girl tries to get up and starts swinging her arms wildly, but Miss Parade steals her ass again since her face is wide open.
"That's how you fight, bitch?" Miss Parade asks as she hits her again, this time with a two-piece, extra crispy. "You ain't nothin' but a joke." The funny part about it is that her friends don't help. Blood from her mouth is dripping all over her clothes and on the floor. She's tryin' to get a lick in, but she ain't no match for Miss Parade. One of her wild-T. Styles
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arm throws comes across Miss Parade's face, and she is pissed. Miss Daffany steps up to help, and the girl's friends are already running toward the door. We ain't have shit to do but watch.
"Don't jump in, Daf. I got this bitch," Miss Parade tells her.
We fall back and watch her as she damn near Laila Alis the girl. It's almost scary to watch - almost . None of us feel bad for not jumpin' in. Sky should yet don't.
But Miss Parade needs no help. Hell, she once beat two girls back to back in school.
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That day, she started out fighting one person when another girl decided she would stop it by holding Miss Parade. When she did that, it gave the other girl a chance to hit Miss Parade in her face.
Miss Parade waited until after school for the girl who stole her. She whipped that girl's ass like she stole her man and then knocked on the other girl's door to beat her mercilessly. When I asked her why the girl who held her back got beat worse, she said she hates when somebody holds her back but loves a good fight.
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People are crowding around now and we see the mall cops comin'. We snatch Miss Parade up off the girl, who is now on the ground, and get the fuck out of Dodge. It really is pitiful to see somebody getting stomped out like that but we warned her. Me, Miss Sky and Miss Daffany are laughing and talking about the fight all the way home.
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I look at Miss Parade in the passenger seat and she ain't laughin' at all. She has her hands on her face in preparation to pick her skin again. I think, in her mind, there is nothing funny about having another scar. Poor thang.
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MY LIFE IS DIFFERENT THAN it was five months ago. I used to laugh at all the money I was getting from these dudes back then, turning tricks and believing they were dumb for payin' for sex while I wasn't for sup-plying their needs. I was simply making cash off their weaknesses. The thing is, most of them don't even have to pay for sex but they do anyway. They have wives and girlfriends who are more than willing to do everything I do if they just ask. Hell, most of their women are bigger freaks than me.
But they don't want them to fulfill their sexual fan-tasies, they want me to. My price was high because I realized that they don't pay for the sex as much as they pay for the ability to leave without emotion, without feelings attached. I stacked their cash and laughed with my friends about the things they wanted me to do while never naming names.
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my friends, the only real family I have. Now, I have no real purpose and there's not much to laugh about. My stash is low and I don't care what I do or about making money anymore. All I ever succeeded at was making a real fuck-up of my life. Even if I want to get out now, I can't. So, I still turn tricks.
I moved out of the apartment I shared with my moms and got my own in the same development two years ago, but she stays at my place more than she does her own, bummin' all the time and borrowin' shit
Judith Reeves-Stevens, Garfield Reeves-Stevens