Yaqui: A Short Story

“Yaqui is a rabid boxer, her fists balled. I tower over her by a few inches, but not that my size helps. She’s done this before. I kick and try to get out of her, but nothing is stopping her from toppling me and pressing my face into the pavement. She kicks me hard in the ribs as her friends say, “ooh,” and cover their mouths.”
Just another day another fight. It has really become a routine thing to my everyday life. I would bet that there was going to be a fight, buy popcorn, and linger near the curb for fifteen minutes and I would have my own free action movie. But this fight was peculiar. Most of the brawls usually only involved grown men. But this scrappy exchange seemed to consist of girls. A ring of girls “oohing’’ and “ahhing’’ enveloped the flurry inside. So I decided to nonchalantly stroll over to see what the conflict was. …show more content…
A smaller, but more robust and physically built female was straddling her victim. With bloodied fists, she maliciously pounded every limb, joint, and body part of her prey. It was astonishing to me how badly she was being beaten. I looked away for a mere second and a loud ripping sound sprung into the air, reverberating through the nearby brick building. I whirled around and observed the girl who was being beaten half naked. I had been in and spectated many a rumble. However, this one caused an overwhelming feeling of frustration and anger. There was no time to accost the girls, I needed to take action. I rapidly infiltrated through the cluster of people and catapulted my body onto the aggressor, tackling her to the freezing pavement. An eerie silence crept over the bloody scene. Both girls lay placid, sprawled on the cold, hard