Zahra stood in the doorway, a look of shock and fear mixed in with just a pinch of courage. “Yea, bring your ass out here, bitch.” She urged, itching to put hands on Zahra too. Yanna always vowed that she wouldn’t be the type of woman to fight over a man, but hurt feelings made it the only thing she wanted to do.
Sensing shit was about to go from bad to worse, Kas tried to force himself to sober enough to keep Yanna from beating Zahra’s ass. He straightened, holding out his arms to block Yanna’s path of destruction. Yanna dipped and twisted, attempting to get past Kas’ hold.
“Get the fuck out the way, Kas! Let me go so I can beat this bitch ass right before I beat yours.”
“Yanna, let me explain, please.”
“Fuck you! Fuck your explanations too!”
As Yanna tried again to maneuver past Kas’ barricade, Troi and Onyx came spilling from their home.
“What the hell is going on?” Troi questioned.
“This crazy ass bitch mad because her nigga choosing. Throwing drinks and shit but has yet to throw hands.” Zahra suddenly developed a voice.
A sardonic laugh escaped Yanna’s lips as she tried harder to get around Kas. “Yea, bitch, please talk shit. Please get all thatshit out now because when this hoe ass nigga moves I’mma knock your teeth down your throat.”
“First of all, Zahra, what the fuck are you doing here?” Onyx questioned.
“I- I called Kas, and he invited me over. I?—”
“You invited the bitch over, huh? I should beat the beige off your dog ass.”
“I ain’t invite her ass over here,” Kas defended, but he truly couldn’t remember because he was still very much inebriated.
“You don’t have to lie to spare her feelings, Kas.”
“Aye, you can shut the fuck up. Matter fact, get yo ass off my property and don’t ever come back here. That goes for my studio too.”
“W-what? But I thought we were going to be working with the vocal coach tomorrow.”
“And now we’re not.”
“The shit won’t gone work no way. Bye bitch,” Troi interjected.
Pissed, Zahra scooted past Yanna and stormed down the stairs before running to her car and screeching out of the driveway.
“Yanna—”
“No! Do not say shit to me!” Yanna shut him down, anger causing her to slap him again. She balled her fist and hitting him with all her might. That was until Onyx pulled her away.
“That’s enough, Yanna. Keep yo muh’fuckin’ hands off my brother, man.”
“Fuck your brother!”
“Fuck me, Jaiyanna?”
“You heard me, nigga. Can’t fucking believe your ass. As soon as I decided to give your dumb ass the benefit, you come right along with the doubt. I’m done with this shit.”
“But if you just listen, I ---”
“I’m DONE, Kas! You never have shit to say to me ever again.”
With that declaration, Yanna snatched out of Onyx’s grasp and stomped toward her car.
“Yanna, hold on. Do you need me to come with you?”
“No, I’m fine!” Yanna responded to Troi before hopping into her jeep and speeding off.
