Page 109 of Not My Type
Her slim friend rushes me, arms wrapping around my neck from behind. I ram my elbow into her stomach—hard. She gasps, her grip loosening.
Bitcha yuh! My subconscious cheers.
Talia jumps on me, but I shift my weight, sending her tumbling to the ground. Her slim friend comes at me again—I don’t hesitate. I kick her, and she topples right onto Talia, who was just struggling to get up.
“Owe!” They wince.
“Gyal deh can fight!” A random person says.
“The Spanish girl bad too nosah!” Bingy exclaims.
“Beat the gyal!” Someone says when a stout girl comes at me out of nowhere. So a gang dem a gang yuh!?
She’s making it hard for me because of her weight. She swings wildly—I duck and shove her with everything I have in me. She stumbles over something behind her that fails to bear her weight and crashes onto her back. She gets up quickly, grabbing up Talia in the process.
Talia wastes no time. She sprints toward me and lands a kick—I slam into the wall. Before I can react, her fist connects with my head. Pain flashes through, but I don’t hesitate. I give her a hard blow, straight to her belly. It was solid. I’m positive that one sent waves all throughout her body. She winces, stumbling back. I move away.
But clearly they’re not done.
All three of them charge at me, their blows raining down. I throw up my arms, blocking the hits to my head, stepping back, trying to create space.
“Unuh leggo the girl!” A man shouts.
“Lef them! Yuh nuh see the black gyal tek the Spanish girl man!” Bingy laughs.
Black gyal and Spanish girl, you peep that? Sure did.
“Shut up man yuh sound like a fassy... even if she take her man or whatever the three a dem cya deh fight the girl so!” Another man argues back.
“Beat the gyal!” Bingy exclaims. This is clearly soooo entertaining to him.
“Nothing more than you a pick up fi she cas a browning enuh!” I hear the man saying.
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I continue to block their hits. Grab Talia hair!
I struggle to move my hand but manage to grab Talia’s hair by a handful. She grabs mine then I kick the other girl. The stout girl tries to hit me again but I push her while pulling Talia’s hair.
She screams. “I’m gonna kill you! You’re the reason Nickoi broke up with me and now he’s posting you!”
I drag her from side to side, my grip tight in her hair. Suddenly, the stout girl yanks my hair hard. Pain shoots through my scalp, and I bite my lip, my hold on Talia loosening.
A few men try to part the fight, but their efforts prove futile.
“Call the police cause one of them have a knife!” A lady says and I move quickly when the stout girl throws it to Talia.
She moves closer to me swinging the knife and I tackle her causing the knife to fall out of her hand. I kick it away. She punches me in my mouth and it starts bleeding. Wah deh gyal deh just do!?
“That’s what you get bitch and I’m not done yet!” she moves towards the knife.
As I walk over to a man selling juice and water by the road side, Talia grabs me again and I push her off me then run towards the cart man.
“Wi a call the police!” I hear someone shout from the crowd but I’m too mad to even care.
I wipe away the blood and my tears. A middle aged man throws me a piece of cane. “Use this pon them,” he tells me and I take it. Trouble!
As soon as I get the cane, I start swinging it on Talia. She tries to move but I hold her in my grip and continue to beat her with the cane. Bombaat! Zara bad alone!
