Deme looked down at her friend and felt nothing but anger brewing from the pit of her stomach. "He did what?" Tyrell was so angry, his breathing became shallow. "For him to cheat is one thing, for him to not only mistreat my friend but rape an innocent person is something else altogether." Tyrell uttered. The doorbell echoed through the house.
"I'll get it." Deme muttered as she walked towards the front door. Two rooms down, Tyrell and Mahayma heard the bone crunching punch Deme delivered to somebody's face. "You have no right-" "move bitch." A drunken Shamaar pushed Deme to the side, causing her to bang her head on the wall.
Tyrell jumped up and ran into the hall. Shamaar tried to stagger past Tyrell and in to the living room but Tyrell blocked him. "What you do that for?" Shamaar asked. "You're not making any sense." Tyrell's eyes landed on Deme, she was holding her head, when she pulled her hand back, it was covered in blood.
Tyrell charged at Shamaar, knocking him off of his feet. "You hurt my girlfriend, you hurt my friend, now I'm going to hurt you." Tyrell pounded in to Shamaar as if he was minced meat. "Stop!" Mahayma dragged his arm back but he carried on punching.
"Tyrell,stop!" Deme staggered two steps forward before collapsing in a heap. "Tyrell,look!" Mahayma pointed to Deme's unconscious body. "Help her, I'll deal with him." Mahayma said, Tyrell hovered over Shamaar before picking Deme up, grabbing his car keys and running out of the house.
"Thanks baby." Shamaar grinned. "Don't call me that,you and I? We're finished, now get out." Mahayma was crying. "But Mah-" "NOW!" Mahayama screamed, Shamaar slammed the door shut.
"We're over." She whispered to herself yet part of her didn't want to believe it.
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Behind The Scenes
Teen FictionA smile, a laugh, a cute face. To the outside world, Dee is just another pretty face but who really knows what's happening behind the scenes?
