Tennant -Piper the evils of marriage and divorce
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Tennant And Piper: The Evils Of Marriage And Divorce
It did not take long to find everyone. The loud commotion going on was a dead give away. He was met halfway to the humiliating scene by David Morrissey and Sara Parish, his Black Pool co-stars.
David asked “What the hell is going on here, Tennant?” He and David had taken to calling each other by their last names during filming of Black Pool. It got way too confusing and annoying having the same first name as each other.
Before David could answer, they heard two female shrilly screeches, one of pure uncontrolled rage, and the other of serious pain and outrage.
John, both David’s and Sara ran to where the sound of the commotion was coming from. They were stunned stupid at the sight that met them, although David Tennant wasn’t. No, he was boiling overcome with pure seething rage.
He took one look at Laurence who was trying to break his wife and his mistress up, and launched himself at him. David knocked him to the floor, and started pounded his fists into his face.
They each got punches to the face, stomach and ribs. But David who was on top and overcome with rage and pure adrenalin, somehow managed to overpower the blond man underneath him.
He roared between sobs of anguish and rage. “YOU FUCKING BASTARD, I SWEAR I'M GOING TO KILL YOU FOR THIS. WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO SHAG ANOTHER MAN’S WOMAN, NO MATTER HOW WILLING A PARTICPANT SHE WAS? HOW COULD YOU EVEN THINK OF HURTING AND BETRAYING BILLIE? SHE’S YOUR WIFE, WHO YOU PROMOISED TO LOVE AND HONOUR FOR ALWAYS, YOU LYING CHEATING SCUMBAG. YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO LOVE HER AND NOT BREAK HER HEART. AND NOT STEAL AND SHAG THE WOMAN I LOVE.”
Everyone except for Billie and Sophia who were currently busy, were stunned into silence at hearing this. Even Laurence who was currently trying to defend himself against David, was awed by the pure agony and fury in the other mans voice and in his facial expression.
Billie was in a similar position with Sophia. She was on top of Sophia, who was tangled in a mess of pure white silk and satin. She gripped the other blond woman’s beautiful curled hair, and yanked it viciously. Shirking as she clawed slapped and punched the other woman in the face in pure rage.
She growled and sobbed each time she tugged on curled blond strands, or used long and French manicured nails to claw and draw blood on beautiful pale and unblemished skin.
“YOU, YOU FUCKING MAN STEALING SLUT, YOU TART. WHAT GOOD OLE LOVEABLE AND CARING TEN-INCH NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU, YOU SELF ABSORBED AND UNAPPRECATIVE CUNT AND HELL BITCH? WHT MY HUSBAND, WHY NOT SOME OTHER SUPERFIAL SLUTS HUSBAND? WHY ME, WHEN I DID NOTHING BUT WELCOME YOU AS A FRIEND AT LEAST?”
It was Billie’s growled and sobbed sentence that snapped David and Laurence out of their fight, allowing John and David Morrissey to separate them. John was holding David back, and David M was holding Laurence back.
David shrugged John off of him. He then walked over to Billie. And got a firm but gentle grip around her waist before lifting her slightly off of her feet, removing her away from his now ex-fiancée.
Sophia looked up at David. Her once pale and beautiful unblemished face was now bright angry red, and covered in a vast and impressive collection of cuts and scratch marks. Even her left eye was starting to swell and turn a bright shade of black and blue. And finally her lower lip at been busted open, so blood was rapidly gushing out of the wound.
The front of her wedding gown was rapidly becoming splattered in her own blood. The brightness of the red of the blood against the stark whiteness of the gown was a horrible and sickly sight to behold.
She looked up at David as tears streamed down her black mascara stained cheeks rapidly. She pleaded between sobs “David, please I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. it’s just that you always paid more attention to Billie then you did me. I wanted what she had, which was your love, and Laurence. She had it made.” There was a lingering silence, after that had been uttered.