𝐊𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧.

𝖲𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒.
9:34 𝗉𝗆.

Filled with rage, Kulture pulled up to Cameron's house.

Getting out the car, she walked over to the front, slamming the car door on the way.

Walking into the house, to her surprise only Amira was in the house.

Kulture's intentions were to pack her things and leave, but Amira had an different mindset.

"Bitch, who is you." Amira asked Kulture.

Kulture was tired of introducing herself to the same chick. So she rolled her eyes and walked around her.

"So you don't hear me?" Amira said, following Kulture.

Kulture went up the stairs, with Amira hot on her trail.

"You fuckkng with my nigga?" Amira asked her.

Amira grew impatient with Kulture not answering her, so she pulled Kulture back.

Kulture lost her balance, and tumbled down the stairs.

"Now you gone talk bitch." Amira said walking down the stairs towards Kulture.

Amira was an bully, so she thought she could bully anyone.

But that wasn't going down tonighttttt.

Kulture was tired, and she was tired of being tired of being tired.

She hadn't even thought of her baby. Her thoughts were strictly on getting away from all these psychotic people.

Kulture got up, from the bottom of the stairs, and punched Amira dead in her face.

Amira was shocked. No one had ever stood up to her.

Amira tumbled back a little, but shook it off.

Now Amira was pissed.

"Did this bitch really just hit me?" Amira thought to herself.

Amira kicked Kulture, cuasing her to fall back down.

Kulture, grabbed Amira's foot and bring her down with her.

"Stupid bitch!" Kulture exclaimed, climbing on top of Amira.

Even though Amira was under Kulture she was still hitting her.

Kulture pulled Amira's hair and banged her head on the wooden floor.

Amira, head was spinning at this point.

"Leave me the fuck alone." Kulture stated getting off of Amira.

But Amira wasn't done.

Amira, grabbed a onto Kulture's leg, attempting to pull her down.