Chapter 9: Girl Fight

Holy shit.

Ashley screams, sitting on top of the other woman, with her legs wrapped around her middle. Her head pulls to the side as the woman beneath her rips out chunks of her hair.

"Ashley!" I yell, running full force at her even in my heels.

Her head cocks up, and she pauses for a second as if she's realized where she is when she spots me. I latch on to her shoulder as she backs off the woman and stands next to me.

"What are you doing? Come on, Ash." I pull her into the townhouse as the naked person in our yard continues to scream obscenities at both of us. I close the door, but it doesn't block out the sound.

More than one neighbor convened on the sidewalk watching the show, so it's only a matter of time before the police come, but at least Ashley and I are safe. I leave my briefcase and small purse in the entryway and follow Ashley to the kitchen.

"I can't believe him," she says, slamming her fist on the cheap countertop of the kitchen island.

The front door opens and the screaming—still fucking naked—woman walks into our place. Ashley turns from where she's hunched over the kitchen sink, her hands holding a porcelain bowl.

"You can't lock me out, you cunt!"

My eyes widen and I reach out, but it's too late. Ashley chucks the bowl over the kitchen island in her newest enemy's general direction. The problem is, I'm in the same general direction. I duck behind the island and the bowl smashes into the wall behind us leaving a small dent.

As if this happens in her life often our intruder screams at the top of her lungs while adjusting her bedsheet. "That's fucking assault!"

"Then sue me!" Ashley screams back, her gaze searching the counter hoping to find another dish.

Thank God I loaded the dishwasher before going to bed last night.

The naked woman heads to the steps and I hesitate, unsure if I should stop her before she reaches the stairs to the second floor or let it go. Her clothes have to be somewhere and since Ashley wants to kill her via bowl, it's easy to figure out.

"You're a worthless piece of trash. You couldn't even hit me, fucking bitch," she screams not daring to get too close to Ashley.

I step in between the two women, which might not be my smartest choice, but I don't have many others available. No way will I let Ashley get into a physical fight. The bowl is close enough. It's not hard to figure out what's gone down here. If I came home and discovered a sheet-clad woman in the home I shared with my boyfriend I'd be throwing shit too.

Still, Ashley has a future to think of right now. She's so close to reaching her dreams. As her BFF it's my job to make sure she doesn't chuck her hard work out the window over a penis.

"Let's calm down," I say. With as many witnesses standing outside the house right now, it won't be long until we'll have a uniformed visitor. They are familiar with our complex, but not our particular unit.

Ashley holds a fork up as if it's a spear and she's waiting to throw it at the first chance. "No offense, Kens, but shut up."

Whoa.

"Yeah, Kens, shut up," the naked woman says, stopping on the third step.

Ashley's face flinches in anger. Her eyebrows narrow into her scary face and she aims the fork higher. "Don't tell my best friend to shut up, you stupid whore."

"You can both shut your fucking faces and get out of my apartment." She pops her hands on her hips and the top of her sheet falls, exposing half a breast. Eww.

This is definitely not her apartment.

Ashley screams, sounding too much like an attacking banshee, and runs past me right at the woman. She knocks into the small half table we keep in our entryway to hold keys and mail, causing a vase of fake flowers to tumble to the floor. The vase breaks and cheap but very sharp glass scatters over the floor.

There go my decorating attempts.

The two of them roll around on the floor pulling hair and screaming. At one point I swear I catch Ashley leaning closer with her mouth open like she plans to bite the woman.

Why aren't the police here yet? Since it doesn't seem anyone else is going to step in and stop the situation, I walk around the two fighters and grab my phone out of my purse. Ashley kicks in every direction barely missing me as I work my way to the door.

It takes less than a second to dial 911 and thankfully the operator answers right away.

"911 what's your emergency?"

"There's been a fight at my apartment."

Ashley screams and I take a step away.

"I mean, there is a fight happening at my apartment," I speak louder so she can hear.

I snap my fingers twice in their direction, but as expected it has no effect. The operator in a calm voice asks for my address which I give. By the time I'm finished the noise has increased and I yell to ask when the police will arrive.

Look at me being the calm person in a dramatic situation. Even if inside I want to run away screaming, I can't leave Ashley to her own devices. Sure, she's wiry, but not in a fist fight way. More like a, kick your ass in the court room way.

The front door opens and the on-site leasing agent steps into the apartment. His gaze falls on me standing in the entryway and then sweeps across to the two bodies rolling around on the floor. Ashley loses her advantage and the two flip positions. The sheet has fallen off our intruder and Ashley punches at her breast.

"What the fuck is going on?" Barry, the complex manager has to shout over the female screams.