"Aaah," her mother screamed, slamming the door.
"I'm gonna to shoot the door." The truck eater snorted and kicked the door. "These broke fools ain't got no money. Goodbye losers. Valerian wants her to run the new operation." The other two followed her down Qadira's driveway, flashing jackets with EB written on them. The Elite Badass jumped her.
Qadira crawled on all fours to her door, tapping at the foot of it. Her stomach and head had rocks rolling in it. "Mom, I need help. I'm hurting."
Her mother asked through the door, "Are they gone?"
"Yeah, mama," Qadira said. Her mother unlocked the door and gate.
"Get up and come in the house." Her mother said, creeping up the stairs into the kitchen.
Qadira used the bars to lift herself. "You don't get it." That EB girl's punch wasn't powerful. She caught her off balance. Angry of still living here made the beating hurt.
Mrs. Anderson asked, "What I don't-"
"The fact people are getting rob, shot and killed because they tired of having nothing. Kids joins gangs and carry guns. I've got robbed by them. Why didn't you call the police or help my ass. Bobby tell you not to?" Qadira fell toward the frigid with a hard slapped to her back.
"Don't talk to your mother nasty and don't bring up Bobby," Mr. Anderson said. "Your mama and I've been in worst neighbor than this."
"I saw tanks going down the street and the National Guards armed and ready to kill," Mrs. Anderson said.
"We watched sitting on the porch," Mr. Anderson said. "
"I figured that would be the place for you two during the riots." Qadira bend her shoulders backward. "I'm going to my room." She would find a better life. Neither one of them could help her be a strong fighter.
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