The Color Black [an original story]

The Color Black.

Author's Note: This book is NOT based on Beyoncé's life. She's just the main character claim I decided to chose.

This story will contain mature content.

Introduction: The Color Black

I was working at a call center when I met the love of my life. He was this big producer and took interest in me. I was confused on why he chose me and not any other woman. I was just a normal woman, working her nine to five low paying job. I barely had my nails or hair done. He seemed like the type to be picky with his women. Even though I was classified as a beautiful, independent woman, I didn't feel it. He made me feel superior of my own being. He took me everywhere and further on I was in magazines and on the news. I never expected anything like that. It was rare for a normal city woman like me to experience any type of fame. Growing up, I dreamed of being famous. My mother was teacher and my father was the principal. They expected the best out of me since I was their only child. My mother died when I was eighteen, then shortly after, my father died. I was on my own, had no where to go. The call center was the only place for me to make income. It made me get my own place and car. I'm forever grateful...

Author's POV

Geneviève Daniels is one of the best authors there is living. Today, her book, The Color Black unfolded her life from the beginning to current. It was now the day of her interview. She was excited for it, but also scared of the outcome. Her book was a lie. It only told the good of the man she was with. Not to mention, last night, the beating she had to take from him. The beating that had no reason behind it. Every night, after coming from a long night at the studio, he would beat up until she's bleeding and bruised. Geneviève took it like a champ, but cried later on. The pain she had today was unbearable to cover it. Her makeup artist tried her hardest to cover up the bruises. Geneviève made a promise with her makeup artist, to never tell a single soul about her relationship.

Geneviève plastered a fake smile on her face as she tried to fall on her face as she walked over to the interviewer. Giving out her signature peace sign and kiss to her fans, she took a seat on the chair, holding the microphone in her left hand.

"Today we have the one and only Geneviève Daniels here to promote out her new book "The Color Black"." The interviewer said and applause was the only thing she heard. -"Geneviève, thank you for coming. Are you finally happy that your book is finally published?"

"Yes, the book is filled with some many emotions. I'm thankful and honored to express my baby in such a positive way." Geneviève said, telling a full lie.

"You're dating one of the most influential producers there is to date, Black Reynolds. Is it hard to maintain a famous life?"

"Most definitely, it's hard to keep up with everything. Everyday you wake up and here false accusations about you. It's tuff, but I'm sticking through it." Geneviève smiled, as she looked at her fans. Her fans that envy her relationship with Black. Her relationship was far from healthy. It was filled with hate. The devil himself was living in her relationship. The devil was Black Reynolds, who produced many hit records. All the women loved him. He was good looking, funny, determined, amazing, and a musical genius. But behind closed doors, he was a monster. A good looking monster.

Geneviève was grateful for him because of what she is today. A smart humanitarian. She gave back to the world, decided that all her profits would go to charities. Geneviève had a good heart, but a dumb mind. Although, she could've leave whenever she wanted to, she believed there were still a spark left in their relationship. A spark Black knew was gone. He was on to other things, including women.

"Are we're hearing wedding bells anytime soon?" The interviewer asked with all smiles. Geneviève knew that was never going to happened. She knew Black was watching the interview and had to maintain a positive insight on him. Marriage didn't mean anything to Black. Black had commitment issues.

"Hopefully," Geneviève stated, before licking her lips, tasting her bland lipgloss.

The interview was only forty-five minutes long. It included everything about Geneviève's and Black's relationship. Showing pictures and videos of them. It made Geneviève reminisce the good times of their relationship. In the start, Black was a great man. He catered her with gifts. He took her to the fanciest restaurants, that were above her pay. Geneviève was in paradise. She felt in love with Black, and so did he. It was like straight of a movie. The movie with the cliché ending. But their relationship was far from cliché.

Geneviève was scared the whole ride back to the hotel. The interview took place in Toronto, Canada. Geneviève opened her hotel room door ready to encounter the worst. There he was waiting for her. His face showed no emotion.

"Did you like the interview?" She asked him. He slightly chuckled before taking a seat on the couch.

"Didn't care for it. It was boring and the interviewer suck. We could've stayed home for that bullshit, but you had to make a book about me." Black complained. Geneviève rolled her eyes and spoke something under her breath. Black quickly turned his head and looked at her. -"What did you say?" He asked, getting up from the couch. Geneviève was now scared, slightly taking steps back every time he came an inch closer to her.

"I didn't say nothing." She whispered, looking at the carpet. The next thing she knew she was on the floor. A tingling sensation made its way to her cheek. She winced in a pain as she looked up at Black. -"What was that for?" She asked as she cried in pain. No makeup could erased this.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" He asked her, as he gripped her hair. Geneviève could smell the hint of alcohol on his breath. Drinking was his only solution to get away from his problems.

"How long have you been drinking?" She asked him, scared of the next outcome. He removed his grip from her hair, then threw a magazine at her.

Geneviève Daniels pregnant with Black Reynolds first child?

There was a photo of Geneviève dressed in baggy clothes. Of course the media had portrayed something that it wasn't. The was the second time this had happened. It was getting ridiculous and Black was tired of it.

"You need to tell them that you're not pregnant. I don't need to hear anything from anybody." Black demanded. Geneviève shook her head, before getting up and running to the bathroom. She locked the door and cried on the toilet.

She never thought her life would become like this. Being in an abusive relationship. The fact that he doesn't want a family with her is heartbreaking. Everyone told Geneviève that her and Black would have cute kids. Geneviève was pregnant once in a time, but miscarried the baby. Black used to beat her left and right. He didn't know she was pregnant with his seed. All the stressed and beating killed the baby. Geneviève was depressed for months and didn't leave the house at all. She never told anyone about the miscarriage, not even Black. If she would've told him, she could possibly be dead. The thought of that even happening made Geneviève sick to her stomach.

Geneviève couldn't process anymore draining thoughts. The guilt was eating her alive. She was lying to her fans about her "perfect" relationship. Nothing was perfect with Geneviève's life. The Color Black expressed nothing. The good times didn't even equal the bad times Geneviève was now facing.

The Color Black was a scam.

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*grabs popcorn*

This story is about to be the bomb. I can feel it in my spirit.

How's the intro?