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Thursday|| 11 pm|| A Cut Above Steakhouse
When I saw my sister walk in with her girlfriend, I instantly lost my appetite. This was supposed to be a nice night for me and Kendall to put this whole baby thing behind us and possibly even come to a mutual understanding about it, but now it seems like our date night might turn into an episode of Family Feud. Taraji froze beside Fallon with her hand wrapped in hers, staring at me as if she had seen a ghost. There's no strife between us. I actually liked Taraji from the moment I met her, but I know that she's going to ride with my sister if something goes down. I would expect her to do the same for me if she were mine. I can admit that they make a beautiful couple. As much as Fallon hates me, I'm happy that she found love. Maybe Taraji can make her less cold and bitter. I'm not going to be for her forgiveness when I was the victim. She knows what really went down when we were younger, and no matter how many different versions of the story she tells, the truth will reveal itself eventually. A lie is like a monster. The more you feed it, the bigger and more dangerous it becomes. Fallon just keeps feeding the monster.
Fallon: I'll get the hostess to find us another table.
She slightly stepped forward, attempting to block Taraji's view of me. I just chuckled and shook my head, sipping my martini. Fallon thinks that I want everything that's hers, when that actually couldn't be further from the truth. I don't want her bitch. I don't even like bitches. I have a fine ass husband and a blossoming music career. I don't want shit my sister has.
Taraji: There are no other tables. We would be hard-pressed to find one. This is our table. Let's just sit down and enjoy ourselves, ok baby?
Fallon's glare lingered on me, but she eventually allowed Taraji to pull her to their table. They sat down, and I couldn't help but to watch them every now and then from the corner of my eye. Kendall cut into his tomahawk steak, his eyes sliding over to their table as he took a bite.
Kendall: What's up Fallon?
Fallon: Kendall.
Kendall flared his nose and I noticed that his grip got tighter on his knife and fork. From the day that I first brought him home to my family, Fallon decided to hate him. She doesn't think he's good enough for me, but she doesn't know what's good for me and I don't even think she really cares. If she cared, she would treat me better and finally apologize for the pain she caused me. She just doesn't want me to be happy with anybody. My happiness makes her more miserable. I placed my hand on top of Kendall's, trying to keep him calm. I don't want to end up on TMZ for wrecking this establishment in a fight with my husband and my big sister.
Fantasia: Babe, don't acknowledge her. Just focus on me. Keep eating. We were having a good time. Let's keep having a good time.
At this point we were all watching each other. When Fallon and Taraji's waiter came, Fallon ordered a glass of Chardonnay. My ears perked up at this. I may not be close with Fallon, but I know all about her drinking problems. She's been struggling with alcohol addiction since she was in high school. Our parents sent her off to some addiction center for teens in the middle of nowhere, but she came back even worse than when she left. None of us could help her, and my parents couldn't accept that she had a problem because then that would mean that our family wasn't perfect. We could never be a perfect family. We wouldn't even be able to get close.
