Call the cops, Brice thought, picking up the receiver. The cops should've come. He slammed the receiver down and grabbed two weights. He put them by the window.
"Leave her alone," Brice said.
"Mind your business teacher," Hefty said throwing the woman to the ground. She clawed his arm and went to climb the fence through Brice's yard, the alley fence had been twice her sizes. Hefty grabbed her blouse, yanking her down. When Hefty chased her, Brice took the smaller of the weights and hurdled out the window over the fence. It collided into Hefty's ribs. Why they got to act like animals?
Hefty beat his ribs yelling, "I'm killing you with my eyes next it'll be my gun." He wrapped his fingers around the fence silver coils. "My woman never cheats on me."
Brice closed his window and curtain. How can a man treat his woman like that? His mouth water. The ghetto sickness coated his stomach. Hefty thinks beating her into submission relieves his angry of him being beaten into accepting poverty. He ran to the bathroom and vomit. He rinsed his mouth.
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