Megan
Ended up spending two week weeks in solitary.
Solitary just made me miss Beyoncé's words and presence.
I don't regret anything about the brawl I had, while at the same I wish I would've kept it to myself. I remember the girls at the table I was at, kept egging on about Beyoncé and I. While I like Beyoncé, it just wasn't the right time to be picking at that topic. Shawn was heavy on my mind at that point in time and I felt like shit for speaking to Beyoncé the way I did. Then I saw red, then Beyoncé split the fight up.
Felt like shit to walk through the block doors and see everyone whispering and sneering at me. I did it to myself though.
I sit in the cell on my own letting my mind wander.
I don't look back when I hear shuffling by the door at all. I actually feel unable so because I can tell it's Beyoncé. I'm mad for some reason instantly when she sits down. Not at her, but the way I treated her.
She sits down and picks up a book to hide her face in. For the first time, I'm afraid of even skewing my head towards her direction.
She clears her throat and pulls the book away.
"Hey." She sighs.
Everything in me curls.
"Hey." I respond.
I missed her so much.
"You good?"
I'm not sure but she sets off anger in me again. I don't answer for a second and she turns to face me. Way to make me feel like shit. I know Beyoncé cares about me, it's not a total stretch, but I find it a shock that she's still trying to keep up with me.
Something takes over.
I don't mean to be condescending or rude in any form at all, "Beyoncé why do you care so much?"
"I just do."
I finally match eye contact with her. Her face is warm and she sports a soft smile. I feel tears well up in my eyes. I get out of bed and walk to her. She stands on her towering over me by a few inches. The tears come out and I choke on them.
"I'm so sorry." My eyes flood with tears and I barely see her anymore. "I'm sorry, Beyoncé."
"It's okay."
She grabs my hands but I bypass that and connect our lips. Don't know what possessed me but I could care less. I need that little negative spark in me to shut the fuck up, I need her. I need the calm that her presence brings me.
She grabs my face and lengthens the kiss. Her touch, her taste is everything. I moan into the kiss and she finally lets my lips go. Still grabbing my face, she wipes my tears.
"It's okay." She looks sternly at me. "But... don't get like that again, okay? With me or anybody. Promise you, the truth will always come out."
I nod.
"I promise."
As much as I disliked her for a period of time I can never truly stay mad at her. She of all involved in my case has helped the most.
She didn't deserve my shitty attitude.
I sneak another peck at her lips and she smiles.
I love the feel of her lips on mine. I love the security and comfort they bring me. Doesn't compre to any other kiss I've had before. Male or female.
It shocks me how long she's hugged me. Don't know why but a part of me was ready to be pushed away and yelled at. But when people walk past the cell, Beyoncé just looks at me.
It hits me now that I might be in love with Beyoncé. Both of us are bringing out something in the other.
