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Kelly's POV

I stood in complete aw as people rushed and moved around me. Knocking each other out of the way for safety. The first shot missed my face by centimeters do to his drunken state. But I was sure I wouldn't be so lucky next time, though I still had the problem of me being frozen. Not with fear but more with being surprised. He was willing to kill the mother of his child in the presents of hundreds of people. He ws crazier then I thought. Just that cemented my feet to the ground. I heard my name being called but yet my eyes still locked with Lances. He adjusted hus shot a bit. "Kelly get out off the way!" I heard a voice move closer. Lances gun went off. My body was throne to the ground not by the bullet but a person. Temper laid slightly on top of me. Looking aside Lance she groaned in pain as security sent rapid volts of electricity into hia back. The weapon fell from his palm hitting the floor with a cling. Face first into the tile she laid still. They hand zip tied his hands tightly. Turning my attention back to the lifeless woman my senses heighten. Temper rolled off of me onto her face slowly. Her voice broke as a grown slipped from it. No my baby.

I quickly sat up crawling to her. I rolled her onto her back. My eyes widened andy heart dropped. Her left side had a quarter sized wound in it. The scarlet liquid stained the white material. Ripping open her shirt I applied pressure to her left side. "Babe you're going to be okay." I whispered lowly. "Shit." Temper hissed. "Its okay baby." She gritted grabbing my wrist. "Your ear." She reached touching my face slightly. With my shaking hands I touched my right ear gently. It tingled a bit before going numb.

"Ma'am I need you to step back." I heard someone say behind me. I moved back a bit. Two men analyzed tempers wound. "Shes okay? Right?" I wiped her blood onto my dress. "Yes ma'am. The wound looks superficial. Once we stop the bleeding, we will give her some stitches. Then she should be fine."

An hour and a half later...

I watched the news on outdated hospital television set. Of corse it was all over the news. A big function like that. A room full of talented people from diplomats to famous artist gets shot up. Oh your going to hear about it.

"Im here on the scene where Northern Rapper Temper was gun down. Here attending a banquet for her wife famous choreographer Kelly Rowland. Many big name gathered here trying to raise money for Toys for tots. A great thing to do around this time of year. When gun fire broke out. The shooter has not been identified yet." The reporter signed off.

I let out a deep breath turning it down. After what happened today im still a little shook. Lance is crazy, but at least I'm not going to have to worry about him trying to take Kendra. On the other hand he almost killed Temper. Despite how angry I am at her seeing that almost die right after a fight scared the hell out of me.

T groaned as she woke up. Anesthesia was finally wearing off. She looked over at me with a slight grin. "You stayed." She barely got out. "Don't flatter yourself. I stayed because I love you. Doesn't mean I'm not pissed. I crossed my arms. "Baby why you acting like that? I don't see what the problem is?" She sat up a bit. I stood up. "The problem is that every single time something involves you she's following right behind you like a damn lost puppy. She shouldn't have been there earlier." "We work together. I don't want that girl. You know I'm not cheating-" i cut her off quickly. "Do I?" I blurted quickly. T had this really surprised and upset look on her face. "Wow. So you don't trust me now?" T asked with her noise turned up. "You know your past. And sure you make it hard to with that bitch following you around." T just stood up grabbing the jacket I had brought for her. "What are you doing?" I asked as she moved putting on the sweats to match. "I don't know but not this shit." She slipped on her slides walking past me. "So your just going to leave? Wow, fucking typical for you to just do what you want." I said sarcastically. I jabbed way below the belt. May a little to far. She cut me off slamming the Hospital door. Temp snapped, like snapped.