“Look, any other time I would have gladly entertained y’all and this foolishness, but I’m pregnant,” Asha revealed, hoping to gain a little sympathy.
Nia looked hurt, but her sisters didn’t seem to give a damn.
“Bitch, you being pregnant don’t have shit to do with your face. Aim high and deal with that hoe, Nia!” one of her sisters yelled, making Nia spring into action.
Asha didn’t know if it was the news of her being pregnant that fueled Nia, but she was raining blows to her face that stung like a thousand bees. Asha was trying to swing back with one hand because she used the other to shield her stomach, just in case Nia decided to fight dirty. She lost her footing and fell to the ground, giving up and accepting the fact that she’d lost the fight.
“Break it up!” a man yelled when he walked out of the barber shop next door to the nail salon.
Asha thought that she was being saved when he pulled Nia off her and slung her to the side. That was before Nia’s sisters sprang into action and started swinging on him. Asha couldn’t believe it when she looked over and saw him lying on the ground next to her, curled up like a baby. Since the women were busy focusing on him, Asha pulled herself up and ran back into the shop. She grabbed her purse and sprinted to her car as fast as she could.
When she skidded out of the parking lot, she looked in her rear mirror and saw that the man was still on the ground. Asha felt bad for him because he was only trying to help. Being a good Samaritan didn’t pay off for him that day. He was getting his ass whooped and she was headed home. Asha looked at her face in the mirror and cringed at the bruised face that stared back at her. Nia had one up on her, but her ass belonged to Asha as soon as she dropped her baby.