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FANTASIA
A tense silence fell over the three of us after Sarai stormed out, but the calm only lasted for about ten seconds before the storm raged on and all hell broke lose. Taraji moved faster than I could catch her to get to Kennedy. I was conflicted, not knowing whether I should let nature take its course and allow Taraji to fuck her up, or if I should get in between them because the two of them fighting would only do more damage to an already volatile situation. Sarai wouldn't want to see them like this. We've all done more than enough to hurt her. I feel like part of this is my fault because I brought Taraji here with the sole intention of fucking her. Maybe now wasn't the right time for Taraji and Sarai to find each other. Taraji had only managed to get a grip on Kennedy's hair as I made the conscious decision to separate them. Taraji kicked and screamed and tried to fight her way out of my arms as I wrapped one arm around her waist and carried her away. I walked backwards with my hold still secured around her body, stumbling a little as Taraji resisted while I tried to put space between her and Kennedy. Kennedy was fixing her hair and wiping a little blood from her nose. I guess Taraji did get her one good time. I hid my face behind Taraji's head, taking a second to laugh at Kennedy's misfortune before getting serious again.
Taraji: Let me go so I can fuck this bitch up! Get your fucking hands off of me, Fantasia!
Kennedy: Touch me again and I'm calling the police bitch! Then you'll definitely never see Sarai again!
As much as I resented that statement, it did the trick to calm Taraji down. She fell still in my arms, her chest heaving up and down as she was still staring at Kennedy like she wanted to tear her head off of her shoulders. I didn't even realize that I still had my arms wrapped around her waist, and Taraji didn't seem to mind. Either she liked how it felt, like I did, or she was just too distracted by her anger towards Kennedy to care about it. She stepped away from my touch after my arms had loosened around her, but she stayed close enough to me to keep herself grounded and a safe distance away from Kennedy. It didn't seem like she was going to try and attack her again, but I still maneuvered myself between them just in case.
Taraji: You are one sick ass bitch, you know that? What the fuck did you gain by doing that just now?! All you did was break my daughter's heart, bitch!
Kennedy: Your daughter? You didn't raise her. You didn't buy the clothes on her back. You didn't pay for any of her tennis stuff. You didn't teach her how to crawl or walk or talk. You didn't do any of that! You brought her into this world but you didn't help her navigate it. You ain't shit, bitch! You're definitely not her mother!
Fantasia: Stop, Kennedy, just stop! Why the fuck are we all standing here arguing when Sarai is out there hurting and we don't know where she is?! We need to find her. She doesn't need to be driving with the emotional state that she's in. She could end up hurt or worse, dead.
