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"Damn it Willow!" Tara yelled. "Why did you do that?" Tara nostrils flared. "Because. And by the way it's none of your damn business, AND you don't own me so stop acting like you do!" Willow yelled back. Tired of all the mental strain of having Tara constantly around and so many other things. She finally snapped. "It's over!" Willow yelled and began packing her bags. "Where do you think your going?" Tara asked a dangerous glint in her eyes. "As fucking far away from you as I can get." Willow ground out, barley leashing her anger. "Really?" Tara asked, with a soft, almost childish voice. "Yes really and your hurt act isn't working anymore!" Willow told her rather bluntly.
Tara's lips tightened, and her eyes narrowed. "Why?" She asked. "You know why. And don't tell me you don't cause you've known for a while!" Willow said as she grabbed her suitcases. "Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out!" Tara yelled, as Willow softly shut the door.
She pulled out her cell phone. "Hey Anya." Willow said as she lugged her heavy suitcase down the flight of stairs. "Hey Red what's up?" Her other friends called her Wills, but those truly close to Willow called her Red. "I finally did it." She said with not a hint of regret. "It's about damn time!" Anya said happily. "Um...I was wondering…" But she didn't get to finish because Anya cut her off with, "Absolutely. I'll see you in a few. You can stay as long as you like." Anya said. "Thanks so much. See ya in a bit." Willow hung up and unlocked her dark green Ford Explorer, throwing her bags in the back seat; she climbed in the front and drove off.
"Damn it Willow!" Tara yelled. "Why did you do that?" Tara nostrils flared. "Because. And by the way it's none of your damn business, AND you don't own me so stop acting like you do!" Willow yelled back. Tired of all the mental strain of having Tara constantly around and so many other things. She finally snapped. "It's over!" Willow yelled and began packing her bags. "Where do you think your going?" Tara asked a dangerous glint in her eyes. "As fucking far away from you as I can get." Willow ground out, barley leashing her anger. "Really?" Tara asked, with a soft, almost childish voice. "Yes really and your hurt act isn't working anymore!" Willow told her rather bluntly.
Tara's lips tightened, and her eyes narrowed. "Why?" She asked. "You know why. And don't tell me you don't cause you've known for a while!" Willow said as she grabbed her suitcases. "Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out!" Tara yelled, as Willow softly shut the door.
She pulled out her cell phone. "Hey Anya." Willow said as she lugged her heavy suitcase down the flight of stairs. "Hey Red what's up?" Her other friends called her Wills, but those truly close to Willow called her Red. "I finally did it." She said with not a hint of regret. "It's about damn time!" Anya said happily. "Um...I was wondering…" But she didn't get to finish because Anya cut her off with, "Absolutely. I'll see you in a few. You can stay as long as you like." Anya said. "Thanks so much. See ya in a bit." Willow hung up and unlocked her dark green Ford Explorer, throwing her bags in the back seat; she climbed in the front and drove off.