Free Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick by Nisa Santiago

bitch! You got other people living here too!” she yelled.
    Kola screamed back, “Just fuckin’ wait! Damn!” Not caring about Apple’s tantrum, she remained in the bathroom, taking her sweet time with her hair.
    “Fuck you, bitch! Fo’ real, fuck you!” Apple screamed out.
    “Fuck you too, Apple. Broke bitch!”
    “What?”
    The commotion had awakened their mother, who came walking out of her bedroom. Tying her robe, she said, “Would both y’all bitches just shut the fuck up! Damn it, I’m tryin’ to sleep.”
    “Tell Kola to get her triflin’ ass out the bathroom then.”
    Denise looked at Apple as if she didn’t care. She didn’t have to use it, so it didn’t bother her none that Kola was taking her time in the bathroom. She looked at Apple and said, “Just go next door.”
    “I already did,” Apple snapped back.
    “So what you bitchin’ for?”
    “’Cause she gets on my fuckin’ nerves!”
    “Apple, kill that fuckin’ noise, or else I’ma start makin’ some noise of my own. You understand?”
    Apple sucked her teeth, rolled her eyes, and sharply replied, “Whateva!” Then she stormed back into the kitchen, where Nichols had breakfast ready and on the table.
    “At least you get to eat first,” Nichols said to Apple with a smile.
    Apple sat at the table and returned the smile. Nichols was her favorite. She cared for her baby sister more than anyone else in the house.
    While pouring Apple what was left of the orange juice, Nichols said, “You snooze, you lose, right?”
    Apple downed the juice and ate her breakfast. She and Nichols had their sisterly moment together, and Apple liked that. When breakfast was done, Apple made sure that whatever was leftover got thrown in the trash. She didn’t want Kola to have anything Nichols had made. It was her way of revenge.
    As Apple was exiting the kitchen, Kola entered the room wearing her usual tight shorts and shirt. Paying Apple no mind, she asked, “What y’all eating?”
    “You mean, what were we eating?” Apple smirked then kept it moving.
    Kola looked around the kitchen. The table was clear, and the dishes were piled up in the sink. Then she noticed her breakfast in the trash. Her face lit up with anger.
    “Apple, why the fuck you throw my food out like that? You a straight-up bitch! Sometimes, I swear . . . ”
    “You ain’t the one that cooked it,” Apple replied with a look of satisfaction.
    Nichols just stood on the sidelines and watched her twin sisters argue like they were strangers on the street. After about ten minutes of listening to one call the other a bitch one too many times, she left the apartment. Nichols always left out to find a friend when her sisters or her mother became too much for her to handle.
    She escaped downstairs to the lower floor and went to chill with her friend from school, Benny, who lived with his grandmother and didn’t mind having Nichols around for company. The fifteen-year-old let Nichols into his home with a welcoming smile.
    “Who’s actin’ up now?” he asked, knowing the routine with her.
    “Apple and Kola.”
    “Those two are like cats and dogs sometimes.”
    “Tell me about it,” Nichols replied.
    She went into his bedroom, and the two began playing the game Halo on his Xbox 360. They both were huge fans of the game, and it was Nichols’ way of escaping the bullshit she had to endure in her dysfunctional home.
    *****
    It was late afternoon when Apple exited her apartment. She moved down the pissy-smelling stairway in a rush and out into the lobby. However, before she could leave out her building, Supreme and one of his henchmen quickly confronted her. The two startled Apple, who was shocked to see them as they approached her from behind.
    “Hey, Apple, where’s my fuckin’ money?” Supreme asked, a threatening chill in his voice.
    “You told me three weeks. It’s only been two so far.”
    “It’s been two? Nah, not on my fuckin’ calendar. Call it a leap week or