Well, when I was in school I got into with a girl because I was sharpening my pencil and she just comes up and pulls my pencil out and puts her pencil in. I was like
so I karate chopped her pencil so it broke in the sharpener and it was just going but you couldn't get her pencil out. She was twice my size too so it was like me fighting the blob.
I wasn't raised to hit women but now-a-days it should be rules to the shyt. I got a homeboy that just got stabbed by his wife 5 times. He didn't die but I'm not trying to go out like that. As far as me though, I have only hit one of my girlfriends out of anger.
I was 18 and I had skipped school, picked her up and went and got some Waffle House, and took her back to my house. Well, when I walk into my room she sees a number on my desk. It was a number of a girl that I hadn't seen since 6th grade, but I wasn't trying to holla at her like that. Well,
before I could explain myself, my girlfriend slaps the shyt out of me!!
I'm not gonna lie, that shyt stung like a mutha! I told her that I wasn't trying to fight her and if she would let me say what the deal was with the number things will be alright. Well, she wasn't hearing that.
After she threw my TV remote and smashed it against the wall, poured syrup on my carpet, and called me all kinds of MF's and bytchs, she slaps me again!
What made it worse was that she hit me in the same damn spot so It's stinging for real. I looked at her and said, "you got one mo' time to put your hands on me". Then I went and got the cleaning shyt to get the syrup out of my carpet. I'm trying to say cool, but she keeps pushing me going, "what you gonna do, you ain't gonna do shyt. If you hit me I'm gonna call the police".
I'm thinking to myself going
So I stand up and just say, "let me clean this shyt up so I can take you home". Then she goes, "what the fukk you mean if I hit you one more time?" Then she hits me again!! At this point I look at her like,
Then I cocked back and hit her ass so hard that she hit the wall then hit the ground! She was knocked out but her eyes was wide open! I thought I had killed her because she was stiff on the ground.
She loosed up and I put her in my bed and I went to go wash my hands. Then I heard her get up and go straight to the kitchen. She opened all the cabinets until she got to the knife draw. I can hear all this shyt even with the bathroom door closed. I can't lie, I was scared to come out the bathroom like
I was thinking, "Lord, don't let this crazy bytch kill me in my parent's house!!!"
I slowly opened the door and when I peeped around the corner I could hear the sound a knife makes when it cuts through the air. She swinging at me like, "nikka I'll Kill You!!!!" I finally ducked and dodged back into a wall. I finally caught her hand and cagged her on her stomach and proceeded to sit on her until she calmed down.
The whole side of her face was swollen up by then. I promised to never hit her again out of anger and she promised never to hit me again, but she didn't live up to her end but I did. I'm not proud of what I did because she really asked for it. Once again that was the one and only time I ever hit a woman out of anger and I advise anyone if you can get out of the situation without it escalating to that point then please do, you'll be looking back at that shyt like
Sorry for the novel brehs............