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And that’s where he spent most of his time. He bought the crib and put the deed in his momma’s name just so he could have somewhere to lay his head. I was the bitch that redecorated and had us living plush. I marched over to the refrigerator and ripped the note from underneath the magnet. My heart almost busted through my chest when I saw it was from Ivan.
    Do you remember when I asked you if you were a dumb bitch or a scared bitch? Well you would have to be the dumbest bitch in the world if you’re standing in the kitchen reading this. Didn’t you think I knew that would be the first place you went? Oh, and yo girl’s pussy is not fatter or juicier than yours. There probably ain’t another bitch alive that can fuck with yo shit. You’re going to die holding the title, Phat Kat.
    By the time I finished ripping the note up and throwing it on the shiny wooden floor, a muthafucka started strangling me from behind with some type of wire. I immediately went into panic mode as I dropped my strap and clawed at the wire around my throat and whoever was holding the ends of it.
    My fitted cap flew off my head as I kicked at the air and jerked every which way, desperate to find some type of angle that would free me from the wire.
    “You like it rough? Huh bitch,” a female’s voice growled in my ear.
    The wire felt as if it would slice through my neck as she swung me from side to side. My lungs were on fire and my adam’s apple seemed ready to explode as I gasped for air. The mahogany table and chairs got kicked over as I did all I could to fight off death. My head was starting to feel as if it would bust open if I didn’t get oxygen soon. And my vision was starting to get blurry.
    I kicked some of the cabinets open as the bitch who was trying to strangle the hell out of me kept yanking me backwards. Images of me fighting off those child molesters when I was in foster care flashed before my eyes. More images of me beating different bitches’ asses when I was in juvenile detention came rushing back. Then I saw myself escaping death down in Vegas. I was thinking that I had survived all of that crazy shit, I wasn’t going to let this bitch kill me in my own damn house.
    I dropped to the floor ass first and in one motion, I reached back and grabbed the bitch by her hoodie and pulled her ass down to the wooden floor with me. The punk bitch came right back at me. But I caught her in the forehead with a stainless steel pot that had fallen out of one of the cabinets.
    She stumbled backwards and was dazed long enough for me to see she was one of those tall amazon bitches. Like the ones that ball in the WNBA or spike all the damn time on the volleyball court. The bitch was blacker than onyx, with skin smoother than the granite countertops in the kitchen. I’m sitting on the floor, coughing and gasping for air at the same time, while wondering if Ivan imported the bitch from Sudan or Nigeria.
    The bitch had a fade like Lil Boosie with two parts on the side and wild eyes like Trindad James. She had on a dark grey cat suit, a grey Carhart hoodie, and flats. Oh hell now. Ain’t no way I’m losing my life to this bitch. She roared like some African lioness and then rushed me. I swung my leg around and kicked her behind the knee. She buckled for a moment and then snatched me off the floor by my Mohawk.
    “Let my shit go, bitch.” My lungs were still on fire and my throat hurt like a muthafucka but I still had enough energy to grab her wrist and twist it until she let go. I then bit down on two of her fingers. I locked on like a pit as she tried to yank them out of my mouth. I shielded my head from the blows she was raining down with her free hand.
    I was really just trying to buy a little time. I needed to catch my breath and shake off the stars I was still seeing after damn near getting choked to death. When I finally let her fingers go, I made sure I tore off as much skin as possible. That tall ass bitch screamed like she was four