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Humiliation washes over me, tingling on my cheeks at her cutting remark. “Was that supposed to be an insult?”
She shrugs nonchalantly, a fake smile playing on her lips, her menacingly long nails glinting under the dim lights. “Just an observation.”
“Get the fuck out of my house, Blair.”
“Me? What about her?”
“Meg is my guest.”
“To hell with your fucking guest, Kaan! You’re supposed to be my boyfriend.”
“Just because we screwed a few times doesn’t make me your boyfriend, Blair,” Kaan retorts, standing his ground.
“What did you say?” She stalks across the room until she’s almost nose to nose with Kaan. “We screwed a few times? Is that all I meant to you?”
She slaps him, hard, across the face. The sound resonates through the room, but Kaan remains stoic. Unfazed by her assault, Blair slaps him again, desperate to get a reaction out of him.
“You don’t want to do this now? Fine. I’ll leave, but I’ll be back.” Blair turns away, but not before she throws me a final, venomous smirk. “I’m sure I’ll see you again, Meg Martin. Real soon.”
She marches towards the front door, her anger palpable. In a deliberate act, Blair rips and breaks the strap of her dress. My heart falls as I realise what she is doing, but by the time my brain catches up, it’s too late to prevent Kaan from committing what could be the biggest mistake of his career.
With fake tears streaming down her face Blair pauses for a moment to compose herself. And then she lets out a piercing scream that echoes down the hallway and out into the street. “Help! Help! He struck me! Kaan assaulted me!”
Blair’s screams pierce the air, turning her into an instant victim in this twisted narrative, and painting Kaan as the violent offender.
Feck!
Kaan races after her, his face bearing the red imprint of Blair’s hand and straight out onto the street where photographers have conveniently gathered, poised to feast on the chaos.
In a surge of anger, Kaan loses control and lunges for the closest photographer’s camera. The photographer fights back and a scuffle ensues but Kaan manages to wrestle the camera free, and tosses it to the road where it smashes into pieces.
The photographer lets out a string of expletives and launches a swing at Kaan who ducks, avoiding the blow, and retaliates with a punch of his own, connecting solidly behind the photographer’s ear. The force of the punch sends the photographer stumbling backward, momentarily stunned. However, he doesn’t back down and quickly regains his composure, throwing another punch, this time landing a solid hit on Kaan’s face. The impact sends Kaan reeling, blood now streaming from his nose and mouth. “Who the fuck are you to come to my house? Is there nowhere I can go without you bastards… you fucking bastards… all of you are motherfucking bastards!”
“I’m just doing my job, mate.”
The photographer’s non-apologetic response was like a red flag to a bull and without a moment’s hesitation, Kaan’s fist shoots forward, connecting with the photographer’s face. The sickening sound of bone meeting flesh echoes through the air and the force of the impact sent the man reeling backward, clutching his nose.
“Kaan! Stop it!”
I try to grab his arm but Kaan is too far gone, lost in a torrent of fury that blinds him, to hear the desperation in my voice. His fists continue to rain down on the photographer, each blow landing with chilling accuracy. The man’s face contorts in agony, his cries of pain drowned out by the chaos around us.
Photographers scramble in every direction, some attempting to intervene and pull Kaan away from his target but his anger has taken hold of him, driven by a rage that has been building up inside him for years.
The relentless assault finally takes its toll on the photographer. He collapses onto the ground, his body convulsing with pain. Kaan lands one final kick to the stomach, causing him to gasp for air.
And the whole mess is caught on camera.
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DEVELOPING STORY:
The Kaan Shit Show just went from bad to worse and we’ve got a lot to unpack here.
Last night, police were summoned to the rock star's residence following accusations of assault made by Blair Roberts. Reports suggest that Miz. Roberts, accompanied by photographers, sought a confrontation with Kaan. The situation rapidly spiralled out of control, resulting in a purported physical altercation that left Miz. Roberts dishevelled, her dress torn, and the incident under scrutiny.
As if one altercation wasn't enough, Kaan also found himself embroiled in a scuffle with a photographer, resulting in injuries severe enough to require hospitalization. Now, the photographer is contemplating pressing charges against the rock star, further fuelling the legal turmoil surrounding the already turbulent situation.
