Terrence crept into the dark house. It was completely trashed from head to toe. Broken glass from the window, wood and insulation from the walls, everything looked like a complete murder scene. His eyes widened when he caught a glimpse of blood.
"Tj," he called out. He walked around cautiously, slightly afraid that something was gonna pop out and attack him. A low, painful groan from the basement caught His attention. He quietly headed in the direction of the noise.
He couldn't even believe his eyes. The room was a complete torture chamber. He heard a male voice and the light crying making him instantly crouch down behind a half wall. The noises were coming from Taraji. She was in pain.
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After the dude left, Terrence rushed over to a bloody, shaking Taraji. Her naked body was covered with knife wounds. Her vision was fading at a rapid pace from loss of blood. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around the wound on her thigh to apply pressure.
Terrence picked her up bridal style then began carrying her up the stairs. Her last words were merely a low mumble, but he'd heard it anyway.
"I'm sorry you had to see that...."
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Broken Pieces
FanfictionHave you ever felt like your entire world was crumbling down before you? Like you have no one to turn to? It's as if you don't belong like a homeless man at a gala event. My name is Taraji P. Henson.....this is the story of my life and how an amazi...
