"Shit" You mumbled feeling the burn of the alcohol run down your throat sending a warm feeling to your stomach "You okay? I think you're done for the night" The bartender said before taking the drink from your hand then eyeing you worried-ly
"Yeah. c-can you call B-Bey, my girl" you slurred
"Y/n g-get yo drunk ass u-up, we still tryna party" Your friend Dante yelled at you from the dance floor. While he danced with a lady that definitely wasn't his wife. Even while drunk you knew Bey would kill you if you tried some shit like that.
You knew it was late and that she would get angry if you called this late, but you were too drunk to drive home. "Okay... I need your phone or do you remember her number" You absent mindedly gave the lady your phone unlocking it for her.
You put your head on the table feeling like the whole room was spinning but before you knew it you had fallen asleep waiting for Bey " Y/n wake the fuck up" You were woken up by a harsh cold liquid poured on your face, you looked around confused seeing yourself in your shared bedroom with your wife of 3 years glaring down at you.
"Are you fucking serious Y/n? This is the third time this goddamn month that I've gotten a call from some random bartending bitch telling me MY wife is too drunk to even fucking stand straight! What is your issue?" She walked into the connected bathroom running the tap not giving you anytime to answer before coming back and throwing the cup of water on you again
"Aye.. come on now. Calm the fuck down man, can't you see how early it is? Lemme go back to sleep, we'll talk after-" you stood up still in your clothes from the previous night now dripping wet. You stumbled out of your room, trying to go to the guest room where you would have a dry bed but Bey wouldn't get off your back
"Do you know how fuckin' embarrassing it is being seen tryna nurse yo ass to get in the fucking car!? Matter a fact how embarrassing it is when you act a fuckin' fool with yo stupid fucking friends while I'm here at home! Y/nn, while I'm over here worrying about your dumbass!" She started pushing your back trying to get you to walk faster but that only started to piss you off.
You turn around quickly putting your hand around her throat, pushing her against the wall hard enough so that she knows you're not in the mood for her shit. "Get off of me!" She attempts to push you away hitting your chest "Stop playing with me bruh.. I fucking said we'll talk later" you let her go, walking to the next room "Waking me up early and shit. For what man?" You mumbled.
You were honestly used to these arguments with Bey by now. You would get shit-faced, she would get mad then you would make it up to her by having great sex then she forgives you. -
You have finally woken up, you tried to stand but it felt like your head was weighing you down. "Bey!" You yelled out instantly regretting it when you felt your head throb.
After a few minutes you stood up on your own realizing she was ignoring you. "You don't hear me or something?" You said as you walked in your shared room seeing her doing her makeup in the bathroom.
"Y/M/N leave me alone please. I don't have time for you today. You really getting on my nerves with this 'I'm grown I do what I want' shit." She looked at you through the mirror, rolling her eyes when she saw you flop onto the bed she made.
You chose to ignore her not wanting to get into another fight "Where you going? looking all good" You said lifting your head to get a better view of her outfit
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"Out, Kelly, Solange and I wanna go do something." She said putting her lip gloss in her Birkin bag, standing up to leave the room.
You were honestly too distracted by her ass in that tight skirt to realize what she was saying . You quickly got up when you heard her heels hitting the wooden stairs "Aye! Hold up now" You rushed after her grabbing her arm to stop her. "Where are you going?"
"I said I'm going out. I know yo ass ain't deaf." She ripped her arm out your grip, mugging you making her way the garage.
"Beyonce, I'ma knock ya head off ya neck. Stop fucking walking away from me like you stupid or something!" You immediately regretted what you said when she turned around and stomped back to you.
"I'm stupid? I wouldn't be so fucking upset if yo stupid ass would stop acting like you're 21!"Her arms raised
"Y/n, when will you realize that the shit you do hurts me!?" Her voice started to shake and tears started pooling with tears "Bey-"
"No Y/m/n, fuck you seriously. I've been nothing but a caring and understanding girlfriend and wife for so damn long! But I've gotten nothing in return! Do you know what that feels like? To look like a fool"
"Don't say shit about not getting anything in return when I'm the reason we're both here right now." You knew what she meant... She was never one for materialistic things, she was talking about your heart. You always shut her out when you didn't wanna talk and she was getting suck of it.
"So take it fuckin' back Y/n! I'm so grateful for where you put us in life and what you did for me, but if you're gonna bring up how you helped me you might as well go fuck yourself!" She pushed you off of her, and rushed into the garage with her keys.
You quickly reached for her pulling her back, jacking her up against the wall before hitting her in her face. Not hard enough to hurt her. "Don't. Ever in your life try me like that again. Why can't you see how much I love you Bey?!" You yelled making her head snap up to you
"You call this love Y/n? Your sleazy ass comes home late ALL the time and I should just take it?! Y/n.. I can't do this, the stress isn't good for me" She struggled against you pushing you away.
"Get the fuck outta my face" You said letting go of her neck before making your way up the stairs, planning on going out to 'clear your mind'. "Y/n! I swear to God, if you leave right now I'ma leave too... and I'm not coming back!" Beyonce yelled from the bottom of the stairs "Shut up, you need me!" You yelled back.
"Nuh uh Y/n... I'll leave and take my child with me." What? What child? "The fuck are you talking about Beyonce?" You asked walking back to the stairs, she had her head low while playing with her fingers "I'm pregnant, and if you don't change you'll never see me or my child. You won't even get the chance to meet them and I can promise you that." She said
You were going to be a parent? You weren't even ready for that yet. You were only 25 year's old...
You were too busy in your thoughts to realize Bey had taken her bag and left your shared house.
