Honestly I was on some ho shyt that night.
A few days before, she let me know that I was a rebound and she was talking to her ex again and she thought they were going to get back together, so she didn't want to waste my time anymore and she still wanted to be friends. I told her it was cool and that was that.
The day of the beating she sent me a text saying that this club was going to be jumping and told me to come, so I went thinking we were just gonna be fukk buddies now. I got there and she spoke to me once and then flirted with dudes the rest of the night. When I saw that I wasn't going to be fukking her that night I got real salty. After awhile I saw my hoodrat homie and she was with two rachets that were fukked up. I offered to pay her to do the job but she told me she would get the two girls she was with to do it if I bought her drinks for the rest of the night because "she didn't fukk with them like that anyway" we shook hands and about 10 minutes later my ex was getting stomped by one rachet and her homegirl was getting stomped by the other.
I can't believe I was such a ho ass nikka that night, being drunk doesn't even excuse it