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At the sound of Fatima's voice, Zac pushes Heather away forcefully. Zac looks over at Fatima with freight in his eyes.
ZAC: "Baby-"
HEATHER: "Heyyy girl, how are you?"
Fatima hangs her head for a moment before letting out a boisterous laugh. As she raises her head, she has a calm-crazed look in her eyes.
FATIMA: "Why do you wanna play games with me?"
HEATHER: "imma..go ahead and head out." she says walking towards the door and looking back at Zac "Call me later?"
Heather walks towards the door but Fatima doesn't not move an inch, she is focused.
ZAC: "Fatima please."
Zac moves trying to make his way towards Fatima.
ZAC: "Baby please-"
In a flash she reaches in her purse and pulls out her gun pointing it towards Zac. Zac stops in his tracks.
FATIMA: "Don't say shit to me. This what the fuck you do?"
HEATHER: (looking in between them) "Look, imma get out of here, I don't know what y'all got going on."
Heather continues walking towards the door trying to leave. Once she is in proximity to Fatima, Fatima grabs her by her wig.
HEATHER: "Get your hands off me, are you crazy?!?!"
FATIMA: "Stay yo ass right here bitch, and don't make me tell you again."
ZAC: "Fatima-"
At the sound of Zac's voice Fatima refocuses her aim on him.
FATIMA: "First, you said you didn't know the bitch, should have known that was fucking lie. Turns out y'all have a whole baby and I WALK IN HERE TO YOU KISSING THIS BITCH-" she takes a breath. "You lucky I don't shoot this bitch right now."
Fatima focuses her aim onto Heather.
ZAC: "Wait, wait baby, you need to think about this."
FATIMA: "Did you think about it before you KISSED THIS BITCH!" she laughs again "You know you fucked up right?"
Fatima begins to walk towards Zac with her gun aimed at him again.
ZAC: "Baby look, I invited her over like you sai-
FATIMA: "I didn't tell you to invite this bitch over here, stop playing with me Zac."
ZAC: "I was trying to figure it out, ok. I invited her over to see Michael-"
FATIMA: "Where the fuck he at then Zac?"
ZAC: "She didn't have him when she got here, she said he was at daycare when she got here-"
FATIMA: "On a Saturday? You think I'm dumb huh?"
ZAC: "NO, no, I don't think you're dumb. She came over here trying to blackmail me."
FATIMA: "Blackmail you how?" she says lowering her gun a bit.
ZAC: "She said she was gone take everything even the house since I "technically" signed the birth certificate."FATIMA: "Mhm, and did you?
ZAC: "Did I what?"
FATIMA: "Don't act stupid, did you sign the birth certificate?"
ZAC: "NO! I'm telling you it's not my kid."
Fatima turns her head away from Zac focusing on Heather aiming her gun at her head.
FATIMA: "Is that true?"
ZAC: "I'm telling you-"
FATIMA: "SHUT UP Zac!" she says, whipping her head towards Zac. "Now, I asked you a question bitch."
HEATHER: "He's lying, I swear!"
ZAC: "I'm not lying!-"
FATIMA: "If you say another fucking word Imma shoot yo ass. So what the fuck happened?"
HEATHER: "He called me and told me he missed me, and, and told me to come, to come and see him." she says, stuttering.
ZAC: "I swear I'm telling you the truth-"
FATIMA: "So shoot her then."
Fatima walks over to Zac handing him the gun but he doesn't take it.
ZAC: "Shoot her?!?! Baby ple-"
FATIMA: "it's either you or her and if I shoot it's gone be both of y'all. If you're telling the truth, shoot. that . bitch."
She presses the gun into his chest and he takes it. He aims the gun but lowers is rubbing his face in his hands.
FATIMA: "NOW ZAC!"
Zac raises the gun, aiming it at Heather's head.
HEATHER: "PLEASE!"
The gun shoots and the bullet hits her in the head. Blood splatters as her body hits the ground by the front door. A moment later LORI opens the door, but it is blocked a bit by Heather's body. She pushes the door open a little more stepping inside over Heather's dead body. Looking up she sees Zac and Fatima standing side by side, and the gun is in Zac's hands.
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