KILL THE BITCH

Ivy's POV (cont.)

I guess little ol' me must have struck a nerve, because that 'hoe lost it. She started causing a seen, making herself look like the damn fool that she is.

She began screaming and damn near everyone could hear her over the loud music, "You ain't shit Ivy! You ain't nothing but a stripper who don't have shit and is jealous because I stole your man!!!"

I took two steps back…looked at her, dropped my head, raised it back up and chuckled a little, then said in the calmest voice that I could muster; "At least I'm not out there on the streets, sucking dicks, all to put money on the books for a man who doesn't give a damn about me. And the sadder thing is, you know this to be true."

"Oooooo", low murmuring voices from some of the people as a crowd began to gather.

"That man doesn't even claim you. Here is what I would do If I where you. The next time that you decide to go down on your knees to suck somebody's dick for him, ask yourself this one question. Why can't I get top dollar for my services? The answer is simple, because you look like a walking STD, especially with those red, weeping, and crusted sores around your mouth."

"You might want to go to the clinic and get a check-up really soon. And that is, what I would do, if I were you. But, since I'm not; continue being the $5 dollar whore that you are. Never stand before me again. You have been forewarned."

By then, the music had stopped and there was a large crowd surrounding us, bursting out in laughter. I was done entertaining this dumb bitch. She already made a damn fool of herself, and I already exhausted several brain cells just from talking to her. Mandy Lynn and I began to walk away, but the bitch doesn't know when to quit.

She made a last attempt, "Fuck you and that ugly bastard child of yours. I hope she dies!" The laughing stopped, everyone gasped, and the room went completely silent.

"Oh Shit!" rang out from the crowd.

I stopped dead in my tracks, turned around and looked at her in disbelief. 'Did this crazy ass bitch really have the nerve to utter those words to me?' This bitch has a death wish. Shaking my head, left to right, as I slowly walked up to her, making sure I was at least two inches away from her face.

Sipping on my watered-down Bloody Mary, turning my head slightly to the right, my ear near her mouth, so I could make sure that I hear her clearly.

"I'm sorry. What did you just say? Would you mind repeating that again? I want to make sure that I didn't misunderstand you."

She got loud, puffing out her chest, "I SAID I hope your baby di-"

Before she could repeat it, I threw and smashed the glass that held my drink into her face. Glass shards flew everywhere. Not giving her time to react, I grabbed her hair and slammed her down onto the concrete. I wrapped her hair around my left hand and, mercilessly, began punching her face with my right hand; kneeing her several times in the face. The only thought running through my mind was, 'KILL THE BITCH!!!' Blood was splattering everywhere.

She was trying to fight back, but I did not feel anything; nor could I see anything around me. It was like an out-of-body experience. I was in a blind rage!!!!

"KEIRA" a booming voice emitted from the crowd; instantly, I came to my senses and stopped. But then I felt Sarah scratch my face. "Awwwh, HELL NAW, YOU SCRATCHED MY FACE!" It was on and poppin' again.

If I couldn't kill her, then I would at least break her jaw; just to keep her from talking. Sucks to be her right now, I had rings on every finger tonight.

I got up briefly, just enough to grab a bottle of Champagne from a nearby table and smashed it over her head, cutting her scalp; broken glass scattered all over the floor and blood was pouring out of her head. I ended up cutting my hand and a few shards pierced the palm of my hand. Bleeding, I did not care, didn't feel it, I had been through worse.

"KEIRA, KIERA" that same booming voice sounded again. But he doesn't understand, I can't stop now. Boo Boo Kitty has to die! I say to myself.

Still holding onto her hair, I began stomping Sarah in her stomach, hoping that the heel of my shoe would penetrate her flesh. I needed to see more blood! One of her friends grabbed my hair and tried to pull me off of Sarah. It didn't work because I was now beyond my limits of control; and began to savagely attack them both at the same time.

Mandy Lynn jumped in and started curbside stomping the other chick. Unbeknownst to me and Mandy, Len was there and saw the whole thing.

(3RD POV)

Being the observant soldier that Len is, he hears a male's voice yell out the name "KEIRA". Never taking his eyes off Ivy, but he notices the subtle change in her behavior as she abruptly stops the assaults. Something happens and she intensifies her assault on that girl. Running as quickly as he could, pushing through the crowd, he hears a deep base voice call out "KIERA, KIERA" again. This time Ivy's rage and attacks began to intensify even more on her target; she doesn't stop this time.

(LEN'S POV)

"What in the hell does that name mean? That word, what does it mean to her?" Len wondered intently, while pushing through the crowd. "IVY", I call out finally reaching her; but she couldn't hear me.

(IVY'S POV)

I blacked out while being in a blind rage and didn't notice the amount of blood pooling on the floor. I didn't hear any screams. I felt my mouth moving but I couldn't hear my own voice, my own words. What am I saying to myself? I wasn't stopping. I don't think I could stop until she was dead or unconscious.

It felt like I had been beating her forever and wasn't even tired. Suddenly, I was lifted off her and spun around to face someone. He's holding me as tightly as he can into his chest, until I finally stop moving.

My mind was still racing trying to process the scene, the situation. Who's touching me? Whose hands are these? Whose heart is this? I can feel it, but I can't hear it. I sense love, I feel his fear and worry, I feel safe and warm in his arms. Who is this? He cupped my face raising it until our eyes meet. I can feel the gaze, but I still could not see, it was a blur. But it was a familiar scent, he smells like home.

That's when I heard a familiar but soothing voice say, "Ivy it's me. Ivy look at me. You have stop before you kill her." Batting my eyes several times; I slowly began to recognize who was talking to me; it was Len.

Still not in my right mind, I snarled; "She'll be fine. I'll pay for her cremation."

Security finally makes their way over trying to pry my hand open to release the death grip that I have on her hair; calmly begging me to let her go. I wasn't going to let go until I had scalped the bitch. Wringing her head back and forth, I continued my assault; while looking deeply into Len's eyes.

"Ivy let go. You made your point damn it!" He said, yet he knew that my anger had not subsided and that I still couldn't comprehend what he was saying.

I was dead set on killing her and nothing else mattered at this point. I have had it with her mouth and her disrespect. This was all Antonio's fault; he should've checked her ass a long time ago. I'm tired of her sheer existence and the world would be better off with one less $5 dollar 'hoe. This time she crossed my bottom line and she ain't coming back.

It was one thing to talk about me, and truly I could care less. But when she decided to wish death upon my child. She just signed her own death warrant; and I was more than willing to put her ass in the coroner's office.

"GET HER OFF MEEEEE!!!" Sarah screeched.

"Ivy, let her go. Baby listen to me, you can't kill her. Listen to me, there's too many people around. Let her go today. Think about your daughter, think about me, I just found you and I don't want to lose you again" Len said, while trying to reason with me. "Ivy can you hear me? You're looking at me, but can you hear me? KEIRA, can you hear me? It's Len, breath Baby, breath. Come back to me."

Slowly, I began to release her hair from my grip. But before I let her go completely, I yanked her hair back so hard, a handful of hair came out. I hope she has whiplash. For good measure I kicked her in the back of her head making her to fall forward, hitting her forehead on a nearby bar stool. "Catch and Release, huh?" I said to Len.

I felt Len pulling me back by my shoulders, but my feet wouldn't move. I stood there admiring my work; making sure that she was either dead or close to it.

Realizing that I wasn't going to move, Len picked me up bridal style, and quickly carried me away from the scene. I kept looking back over his shoulder, feeling satisfied and content with what I had done. Hell, I even enjoyed it, she had it coming; and it has been a long time since I have let loose like that.

As Len was carrying me towards an elevator, he turned around and said to Mandy Lynn, "I'll take her back to the hotel!"

She nodded, "Ok! Ivy, text me when you get there! I need to know that you are alright."

Len sent some of his security team to escort Mandy to her car and followed her home, to make sure she was safe.