"Sam, shut up, please—" Tara begs, pushing herself against Sam as they brawl—Amber inevitably is gonna win, but Tara's not about to let Sam end up into hospital with head trauma and her name written out boldly on a hit list.
"Amber, don't—s-stop hitting her!" Tara yells, shoving Amber against the wall. "Tara!" Amber shouts. Tara shrinks back against the wall and buries her head in her hands. Amber charges at Sam, but stops as she hears Tara's soft sobs.
Both girls run over to comfort the smaller girl, Amber kneels beside her and strokes her hair while Sam crouches down and rubs her shoulder softly. "What's wrong, honey?" "I'm so bad, at this...I'm so bad at this," Tara cries, sobbing into her sleeves.
"Everytime i bring you two to a get together you fight, and..." Tars sniffles and wipes her nose. "And i look like a fucking f-fool f-for bringing y-you!"
"It was stupid of bringing Amber," Sam scoffs. "Shut t-the fuck u-up, Samantha." Tara scoffs.
"what is wrong with you? c-can-can't you just accept t-that I'm dating Amber? W-why can't you do that? d-do you NOT w-want me to be h-happy? y- you're r-really that fucking se-selfish," Tara scolds through hiccups and tears. "S-so stop telling people i-i'm single a-and stop giving r-random people my n-number, okay?! I-i'm not into guys, Sam! I'm fucking lesbian! i don't like f-fucking boys, okay!? and e-even if i was into both, I-i'm still with amber, we still fuck every night, so give the fuck up!" Tara berates, her face red. Sam's eyes widen as well as Amber's.
"Tara—" Amber sighs, lifting Tara to her feet. Sam's fists clench, and she huffs, backing away from her. Tara clings to Amber and sobs. "Shh, hey, it's okay, baby, shhh," Amber coos, rubbing Tara's back as she coddles her in her lap like a child. Sam leans forward, before taking a couple steps towards Tara, grabbing her arm. She storms towards the door, her nails digging into Tara's arm as she attempts to seperate her and Amber. "Let her go." Amber scoffs. "You can't tell me what the do," "Sam, i swear if you don't fucking let me go—"
Tara's cut off by something being plunged in her stomach, and warm liquids dripping from the wound. It twists, she cries out. "S-sam—" Another one. From Amber. Sam's grinning now, Amber's leaning over Tara, a smug grin on her face. The knife retracts, before being plunged back in then out, then in again. and again. Tara's knees buckle and she slumps back against Sam, her eyes drooping as she looks up at Amber, blood leaking "why...?" "Why not?" Amber grins.
