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me and Adam. She said she’d seen Betty downstairs smokin’ a cigar, so not to worry. Obviously Adam hadn’t said anything to her.
    While I soaked in the tub, Sasha walked by with a cell phone in her hand. I panicked instantly. It was my only chance. “Hey, Sasha,” I yelled tryna dry my hands on the towel layin’ across the tub. “I’ll pay whatever you ask…can I call my son?” My eyes pleaded for mercy.
    She neva hesitated. She passed me the phone. “I got unlimited,” she revealed. “Just don’t drop my shit in the water.”
    I said a silent prayer hopin’ my ex, Dre, would answer. After all, it was one a.m., and a school night at that. All I needed was to hear Carlton’s voice. Just for a minute.
    The phone only rang twice when Dre answered thephone in a groggy tone.
    “Yeah.”
    “Dre, it’s me, Chantel. I know it’s late, but can you just put the phone to Carlton’s ear?”
    “What? You must be crazy! You haven’t called here in two weeks and you think it’s a good idea to call at one o’ clock in the morning. You must be on that shit again!” he shouted.
    “Dre, I’ve been sick,” I lied. “Just let me say hello.”
    “Tell that to the judge. The paper work should be on the way to your apartment. I’m about to get full-custody. See you in court!”
    Click.
    My mouth hung low, and my eyes crossed like I’d been shot with some dope. I cried out! “My baby!” Was I losin’ him for good?
    I leaned my upper body across the edge of the tub to lay Sasha’s phone down on the floor when my ears zoomed in on the yellin’ headed my way.
    “You fuckin’ whore!” I heard someone shout.
    Then came the rumblin’ sounds of things being knocked down and bodies headed my way. Finally, they appeared. It was Betty. She stood near the door to the bathroom area with her victim in hand, held hostage, for everyone to see. The broads name was Special.
    She was a black chick that I’d only seen once, and had thrown me shade like she didn’t even wanna be in my presence. I wasn’t sure what the beef was all about, but the way she had Betty all fired up told me it was serious.
    “You see this hooker here?” Betty shouted. “Do you!” she yelled again.
    I nodded timidly, and looked around to see if any of the other girls where nearby. I felt like I had been singled out to watch Betty’s performance, until about two or three othagirls came closer to watch the show, including Sasha.
    The girls ranted like typical bitches, “Oh shit!” someone shouted, excited about the showdown.
    “And what do we have here,” another announced.
    I remained quiet and threw my bathcloth across my chest to cover my boobs. I blinked for a second as smoke seemed to escape through Betty’s tightened lips. I coulda sworn I saw horns pop up through her scalp. As she pulled Special in front of her and twisted her arm behind her back, I tried to process all the possibilities of what coulda happened.
    Special had on a red negligee with a matchin’ garter belt, which told me that maybe she’d just finished turnin’ a trick. The girl was tremblin’ like crazy and beggin Betty for forgiveness.
    “C’mon Betty, why you doin’ this?” she whined.
    It was like a scene from an old Arnold Schwarzenegger movie. Betty picked her up like a wet mop, grabbed her by the back of her neck with her oversized hand, and slammed her head against the hard surface on top of the tub. Instantly, Special’s rough-lookin’ weave spread all ova her head.
    Gasps were heard from all around the room. We couldn’t believe the strength Betty possessed. She roared like an irate lion, and switched her facial expression into an even nastier scowl. Repeatedly, she banged and banged, as blood spilled from Special’s nose and from the side of her head. I cringed with each bang, and moved closer to the wall hopin’ she wouldn’t get thrown into the tub with me.
    I thought about Special.
Damn, I wouldn’t wanna be her ass right now
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    Betty’s