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Brenda did not like what saw staring back at her from the mirror. She was wearing a clear plastic mask over the upper half of her face to protect her broken nose. It was held to her head with a Velcro strap which she carefully pulled, loosening the protective covering letting it fall into her hands. The Latina glanced up at her reflection and the thick bandage covering her nose which made her feel like some sort of freak. Covering part of her face had some unintended effects leaving her olive skin noticeably oily with dark circles around her eyes. The arrogant teen was getting a life lesson that was straining her grasp on reality as she recalled her cousin's ham fist smashing into her face followed by a flash of light from the impact. Conception was at work leaving her petulant daughter alone with her inner demons. Brenda hadn't returned to school since being assaulted. Angie was no longer living in their modest home, having been ousted taking up residence in the home of Louis, her mother's now former boyfriend. Her rebellious cousin had even started sleeping with him as well, taking up money her mother had promised would be used to repair her face, laughing and taunting her mother about the affair of convenience. "FUCKING BITCH!!" Brenda flung the plastic mask at the mirror with all her might in a burst of rage and despair, bowing her head down on her makeup table, crying hard. Heavy knocking at her front door interrupted Brenda's internal torture as she quickly got up from the makeup table worried at the increasing cadence. It sounded like somebody was hitting the front door with a heavy object. The impact was so hard that she pulled a kitchen knife from the sink cautiously approaching the front door and peering out the living room window. A chopper was sitting at the bottom of the steps where it'd been parked. Brenda glanced over finding someone at the front door, a veritable man mountain leaning into the door. The top of his head was hidden under a huge beard and shock of bushy hair. She could see the mirror shades on his face and little more as he rapped at the door again making the heavy oak shake under the weight of his huge fist. Brenda sighed opening the door slowly with a scowl on her face. "What do you want, Angel?" "Happy to see you too, Brenda; where's Concepcion?" He leaned down hunching over so that she could see his smiling face. "At work." She went to close the door in his face, but the large biker placed a palm flat on the screen door, stopping her. "Where's Angie?" Brenda's face was somewhat obscured by the mesh of the screen door as her eyes narrowed. "She ain't here either." Brenda replied coldly. "How come you ain't at school; you sick or something? Angie at school, or she playing fucking hooky again, probably like you, eh?" Angel removed his mirror shades, noticing the bandage on her nose. "I don't gotta tell you nothing; mom said don't talk to no strangers!" Brenda shot back with undeniable attitude as he hooked the glasses into the neckline of his wifebeater. "Oh, I'm a stranger huh; I known your skinny butt since before you was even born; look how you talking shit. We supposed to be family little princess, but you up on some fucking nonsense. So, tell me what's going on and tell me where your cousin is-NOW." Brenda knew he meant business, glad there was a locked door between them. "Angie don't live here no more; mom put her out." The giant rolled his neck with an audible cracking sound, before addressing the teen once more. "Why?" "Angie went like, fucking crazy. She uhm, Angie suckered punched me and fucked up my nose, Angel. Then she was like gonna beat on my mom, too. Angie is probably on meth or something, she fucking crazy!! Bitch broke my nose so uhm; I gotta stay home and shit." Brenda explained manically in her own warped manner, distorting the truth in her favor as he started laughing in the middle of the explanation . "That's rich." He continued his scoundrel's laugh as she took exception. "She BROKE my NOSE, Angel; why's that funny, eh?" "You said Angie sucker punched you, that's what's funny, princess. She don't sucker punch nobody; Angie fights to lose, putting everything out in maximum effort. That's what I taught her when they first brought her to me, Brenda. If she wouldn't have been so savage, she'd still be with her grandmother." He continued laughing, poking at Brenda's ego. "Thanks to you bringing her here, my life is pig shit." "What, excuse me little girl? You the reason your life is fucked; now stop being a little cunt and maybe your cousin won't have to pop that balloon head of yours." "I'm gonna fuck her up; then let's see if you laughing, Gordo!" The man mountain didn't care about the insult she'd been calling him since both girls were knee high. "Your funeral; only reason you ain't in a box is because you girls are family and you know that, Brenda. Now why don't you tell me what you were fighting about, before Angie caved in your face?" He stroked his beard smiling at the petite teen behind the screen door. "That's-not important." Brenda blurted out. "Oh, it's a boy." He reasoned with a little giggle. "DON'T YOU BE FUCKING LAUGHING AT ME, YOU BIG MOTHERFUCKER!! ANGIE'S JUST A FAT SLUT, AND FUCK HER STUPID, ASS!! SO WHAT, SHE FUCKED JOSE!! I DON'T FUCKING CARE THAT SHE PUT HER NASTY, LOOSE BOOTY ON CESAR!! HE AINT NOTHING BUT A FUCKING CHOLO ANYWAY!! LITTLE PUTA, PROBABLY SELLING THAT SHIT!! STOP-LAUGHING AT ME!! SHE FUCKED UP MY NOSE, ANGEL!!" The huge biker was laughing through Brenda's entire tortured explanation realizing that his charge had indeed been living up to her down low reputation as a force of nature. "So, you had two guys, leading them around by the nose and she took them, eh Brenda?" "Shut up, Angel." "Bloods thicker that water, nobody ever tell you that, princess? Besides, I'm not surprised Angie got your guys anyway." "Huh, What the fuck is that supposed to mean, eh?" "Ah, maybe you should eat a little more princess; no real guy wants a stick." Angel shrugged knowing he was burning the entitled teen's ego. "DON'T NO BODY WANT NO FATASS COW, I GOT BOYS COMING AT ME ALL THE TIME AND SHIT, ANGEL!! JOSE WAS JUST A FUCKING CHERRY ANYWAY AND LIKE CESAR-HE'S A DOG ASS MOTHERFUCKER!! STOP LAUGHING!! STOP LAUGHING ANGEL!! I-AM-PERFECT-IN EVERY FUCKING WAY!!" Angel was tickled to death by the tirade, taking the time to glance around the surrounding neighborhood, before leaning into the screen door. "Sorry princess, a dog can't do nothing with a bone but bury it." "CERDO MADRE PATO!! ¡NO SABES NADA SOBRE NINGÚN COÑO REAL CUALQUIER MANERA ANGEL! ¡¡NADIE NO QUIERA NINGUNA PERRA GORDA GRANDE CUANDO CONSEGUÍ TODO ESTO!! ¡LA PRIMERA ES ASÍ DE REAL!" He laughed at the petite teen even more before trying the handle on the screen door. "Your skinny ass funny as fuck, open up." "WHUUUT, WHAT YOU SAY; WHAT ARE YOU SAYING, ANGEL?!!" Brenda growled through gritted teeth at the man mountain grinning at her through the screen door. "Stop playing, I gotta take a piss." "Use the fucking bushes." Brenda slammed the door in his face, hard. She backed away from the door breathing hard through her mouth in huffs clutching her hand to her chest. Even though she'd told him the what had happened, Angel made light of it, even mocking and shaming her for being petite. It stabbed at the core of her being once he'd made her fears manifest, even in jest. She was quickly distracted by more knocking at the door, lighter this time. Brenda slowly opened the door realizing who was standing on her doorstep. "AAAEEEEEIII!!" The serrated hunting knife slashed a diagonal line in the mesh window of the screen door, scaring Brenda as Angel reached through, unlocking it. "You, are so rude." He had to dip his head just to step into the living room, before motioning towards the frightened girl with his favorite weapon. Brenda realized she was still holding the kitchen knife in a death grip, dropping it on the floor frightened. "Angel." "Save it, I'm taking a piss you stupid bitch." He sheathed the knife in a holster at the small of his back walking into the bathroom. Brenda found herself following the invading giant. "Angel." "¡¡CÁLLATE!!" He dipped his head into the bathroom door frame lifting the toilet lid before he stepped inside unzipping. "Excuse you, little girl." Angel glanced over noticing that Brenda was standing in the open doorway as he relieved himself still smiling after verbally shredding her. There was something distinctly funny about the bandage covering her prominent nose. "Excuse yourself; I want a fucking apology for all that bullshit you just said, Angel." He was so tall, the top of his head was hidden by the door frame, but the petite Latina stood firm. "WHAAAT, get the fuck outta here with that noise; CAN'T YOU SEE I'M FUCKING PISSING?!!" "I don't give a fuck; and I also don't gotta be NO FATASS to please a man either!!" "Ah, you still salty about that shit?" "Apologize." "FUCK NO; ARE YOU KIDDING?!! Angel don't apologize for nothing; especially to no little bony, FLAT ASS BRATS!! ¡¿Qué, quieres ver cómo se ve la polla de un hombre de verdad, pequeña?!" He continued laughing in her face, making Brenda bristle. She was seething with rage, angry at how her life had been turned upside down by her cousin and now someone else had come along to mock her. "Yeah, asshole." Before he could stop her, his enormous cock was captured in her tiny fist. He suddenly stopped laughing looking down at the angry expression on the eighteen year old's face. "Hey now, watch yourself Brenda; we people, but don't nobody fuck around with my dick!! I'll put you through the fucking wall if you mess with my shit." Angel was deadly serious, remembering several street fights he'd engaged in that ended with an ambulance after attempts to land a low blow had failed. Brenda leaned forward at the waist running her fingers over it, stroking his penis in a downward motion as she glanced up into the man mountain's face. "You're gonna apologize, motherfucker." "No, I ain't." "Alright shithead