“Well, if it isn’t Miss High-and-Mighty,” Trinity mocked.
“Screw you, Trinity. What do you want?” Maggie countered.
“I saw your little bull dyke hittin’ Legacy and Froggie. Ya know, there’s gonna be revenge. No one beats on my friends and gets away with it,” Trinity threatened.
“Maybe you should tell your friends that I don’t do drugs and that I didn’t steal their stuff. What’s your problem, Trinity? I never did anything to you, and all you ever do is try to make my life suck more than it already does,” Maggie spat back at her.
Trinity glared at Maggie. “Who the fuck ya think told ’em you stole their shit?” she asked, egging Maggie on.
“You’re a bitch, Trinity. I’m sick of you. Maybe I’ll start treating you the way you treat me,” Maggie told her, standing her ground and fighting the urge to punch Trinity in the face.
“You best think twice about fuckin’ wit’ me. Ya don’t know what you’re getting into. Ya don’t know nothin’ ’bout what it takes to survive,” she hurled.
“Oh, so now you’re the authority on pain and suffering. Listen, Trinity,” Maggie said, taking a step closer to her. “I’ve survived more shit in my life than you’ll ever know. Just ’cause I’m white doesn’t mean I haven’t had a hard life. You think you’re so damned tough. Well, I got news for you: you aren’t. I can tell you stories that’ll make your fingernails curl. I’ve seen more death and violence than you can know. So just stay the hell away from me, and I’ll stay away from you,” Maggie growled in a low, throaty voice.
Trinity drew back slightly, just enough to let Maggie know that she’d had an impact on her.
As Maggie started to walk away, a slow simmer began in Trinity’s stomach. She was accustomed to being the bully and wasn’t happy that she had lost the ability to intimidate Maggie. She liked messing with the little bitch. It made her feel better, stronger. It gave her a sense of power. She didn’t want to lose the only power she had on the streets. The bitch will have to be put in her place, Trinity thought.
Just as Rock had predicted, a couple of weeks later, after they’d healed fully, Legacy and Froggie went looking for Juju. The twosome had been planning for weeks how they would rock her world. Their plan included other people, and because the people they hung out with were also violent by nature, they agreed to help for a price.
It was a busy Saturday evening for Juju when Legacy and Froggie approached her. “Well, look who it is. If it isn’t Bruce Lee,” Legacy sang, as she shuffled by Juju a little too closely.
“Beat it, bitch. I’m working and don’t need any of your bullshit,” Juju said nonchalantly.
“Ha! You’re fuckin’ kiddin’ me, right? You think you gonna get away with the shit ya pulled on us a couple of weeks ago? Nah, that ain’t gonna happen,” Legacy told her.
Juju finished her sale and turned to face Legacy. “Look, it was nothing personal. You ganged up on my friend, and I was just levelin’ the playin’ field. Two against one ain’t so fair. Ya know what I’m saying,” Juju said, sizing up both girls.
“Yeah, but ya know, that ain’t how me and Froggie see it. You ambushed us, took us by surprise. We don’t like no surprises. You feelin’ me?” Legacy asked with unnatural calm.
Juju started to back away. Legacy’s posture signaled that something bad was about to happen. Just as Juju started to go into her stance, she backed into two overgrown men. Juju spun around, taking in their size, and dread washed over her. She looked around for someone she could call on to help, but no one was there. One of the men seized her shoulders. She tried to pull away, but he was too strong. She looked into his face to try to talk her way out of it, but words escaped her as she became blinded with fear.
“What? You ain’t got nothin’ to say now? You were a real big ass when ya assaulted us, but now ya can’t do nothin’. Now it’s your turn to see what it feels like to be surprise attacked,” Froggie rambled in her raspy voice.
Legacy struck the first blow to the side of Juju’s face. The two girls took turns hitting her while Shrek I and Shrek II kept her from getting loose. When the girls were finished letting off steam, they turned to the Shrek twins. “You know what to do now,” Legacy commanded.
One of the men put out his hand, and Froggie laid a one hundred dollar bill on his palm. Juju was beaten and sobbing, her head hanging. Legacy bent down and looked up into Juju’s face. “You real ugly when you cry, bitch. You better cut it out before the boys here decide to kill ya after takin’ what they want from ya,” she tormented.
Juju didn’t have it in her to beg. She had never begged for anything in her life, and she didn’t plan to start now. Instead, Juju pulled strength from deep within and spit in Legacy’s face. “Fuck you,” Juju said breathlessly.
Legacy wiped the spit with her hand and swiped it across Juju’s shirt, “No, baby, it’s fuck you. Enjoy it now,” she sang and walked off with Froggie.
The two Shrek’s pulled Juju to her feet. “We gonna have a real good time tonight. Don’t worry,” the smellier one promised.