Had it not been for Beverly, she could’ve cold-cocked me, and I wouldn’t have known what hit me. I could’ve killed that trick with my bare hands. “Hey, Peta, how are you, honey?” She had the nerve to greet me like we were old friends. When she approached, something in me clicked, and I swung. “Oh my God! What the hell!” she screamed. She grabbed the side of her face and stumbled. All of my rage and frustration barreled out at once, and my fists wouldn’t stop. Soon, several women screamed and began to pull at us. We fell. In one swift move, I felt myself being pulled up from the group that had tumbled to the ground. As I was pulled away, I swung and kicked at Pamela one last time. “You backstabbing bitch! You used me!” I yelled. “Get her off of me! Oh God! Get her off me!” Pamela screamed. When I looked up, it was Beverly who had ushered me away from the melee and not a moment too soon. As she drove off in my car, I heard the faint sounds of sirens in the distance.
