Page 119 of Anything Necessary for Her
“I don’t get why you’re so pressed to speak to me when you wanna fuck my nigga.” I chuckled and Kailey followed suit. “Bitches are weird.”
“Anyway, Willow?—”
“No. No. There are plenty of other niggas you can talk to, or better yet, take your ass home some time and talk to your own nigga.” I sat up on the pool table.
Low kept it mute like he should’ve as Gaia and her friend stared at me like they wanted to say something. Gaia’s light face had reddened, and I could tell she was close to exploding.
At that moment, I realized she felt something for Low, and me keeping her from him was disturbing her deeply.
“You think ’cause you let him fuck that you mean something? Grow up! Bitches get fucked every day, and niggas don’t give a fuck! Ain’t nothing different about your uppity pussy and the next bitch’s! I probably fucked him the day before you did!” she ranted, rendering everyone in the room silent, the music still bumping loudly.
“Aye—”
I cut Low’s words off by decking Gaia in the face. There was nothing else to be said at this point.
Unfortunately, my hair was down, and she went right for it, yanking me off the table as I kept punching her face. I couldn’t see well because my hair was long, in my face, and being pulled, but I could feel her nose, eye socket, and mouth under my fists as I slammed them into her face over and over. She tried to toss me around, but it was clear she spent her free time drinking and smoking while I worked out, because she was unsuccessful.
Due to the fact that she was so focused on trying to pull my hair and throw me, she was getting pounded in the face repeatedly. I kept my core tight, which caused me to be immoveable no matter how much strength she used in an attempt to rag-doll me.
“No, bitch! You bet’ not! Let that bitch lose on her own!” I heard Kailey bellow before commotion sounded off, letting me know she was fighting Gaia’s friend.
Finally, Gaia broke from me, releasing my hair which was a relief. I chased her ass around the room, us both slipping, ducking, and barging through people as I did my best to catch her.
It was complete mayhem at the moment with me hunting Gaia and Kailey fucking her friend up on the other side of the room.
Gaia eventually escaped the game room, which was dumb on her part because it was clear and not full of people, so I was able to make a direct shot for her ass.
She booked it, and I was right on her ass, kicking her in the back once I was close enough and sending her into the floor of the foyer with a scream.
A cacophony of loud voices and hollers peppered the room, letting me know the party had followed us in effort to see the fight.
She clawed at my arms and wrists, trying to stop me from hitting her, before resulting to yanking on my hair, hurting my neck from how roughly she did it, but I zeroed in on hitting her, ignoring the pain.
Suddenly, Low and Free appeared with the former gripping my hands and bear hugging me as he pulled me from being atop Gaia.
Free hooked his arms under her pits to pull her from the floor as she hollered, mouth full of blood and a humongous knot under her eye.
“Stop letting this stupid ass bitch kick it, Free!” I shouted.
“She showed up on her own, B, but aight.” He bobbed his head, carrying Gaia out of the house. “Bring her homegirl!” He called out as Low carried me off through the house and to the back where the sunroom was.
“Wait, where is Kailey?” I tried to leave the room once he set me to my feet.
“She good. You need to be worried about Gaia’s homie.” Low blocked me, directing me to sit down on the couch.
“Fuck her. She clearly tried to jump me.” I sat down, trying to catch my breath and sucking my teeth at how wild my freshlydone hair was. I knew my mama would have questions when I asked her to fix it.
“I mean, jump ain’t really the word. If someone was fucking Kailey up how you was doing Gaia, you’d try to jump in too.”
I chuckled, relaxing against the back of the couch. “I guess,” I replied, knowing damn well he was right.
“Brothers must’ve taught you how to get in the field,” he cracked, falling against the back of the couch as well, his shoulder brushing against mine.
“Not reallytaught. I learned on my own growing up, but they always told me to keep my head up so I could see what I was doing and come from my shoulders.” I looked his way, and Low nodded approvingly with a smirk.
So many girls fought by windmilling and/or keeping their heads down or turned in order to protect their faces, and ultimately, it resulted in them getting fucked up most times. My brothers wanted to be sure I wasn’t a part of that group, reminding me that if I was scared to get hit, then I would lose.
As for Gaia, I wasn’t sure what her plan was since she kept yanking my hair the whole time, but the ho did have my scalp and neck currently throbbing, so I guess that was a win on her part. She tried windmilling later, but she didn’t have the momentum for it to work and refused to look at me in effort to protect her mug.
