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Megan

I'm being released in two weeks.

While I'm excited I'm gonna miss her. She's grown on me in the past 4 or so months.

Don't know what we are but I love it.

Beyoncé sits at the wall right next to the door of the cell and looks at me.

"Bey."

"Hmm?" She looks up at me.

I make weird ass faces to her. Apparently enough to make Knowles smile.

Since her case reopened she hasn't been as happy as I thought she would be. Same thing when I told her that I was being released. But then again, it's Beyoncé. And again we've gotten closer. I'm in a way relived she isn't jumping up and down.

"I'm going home in about two weeks. How you feel?"

"Happy as long as you're happy." She says.

A part of me knows she's putting up a front.

"What about your case?"

"It's in Shawn's hands, Meg, I told you before." She gently reaches out to fix a strand of my hair. "Why?"

"Nun." I say, but I won't drop it just yet. "I just, I thought-- I thought you'd be happy."

"Um..." she looks at me hella guilty.

I don't know anything about her case except that a death occurred and Shawn was involved. Since meeting Beyoncé, I think this is the most vulnerable I have seen her.

"Megan..."

I raise my brows to let her know I'm listening.

"I just... I only have what? Another decade to serve? It won't be that bad and--"

I zone out and realize she's feeling guilty.

"So you feel guilty. Like you gotta serve the time." I finish her sentence.

She nods.

"But you wouldn't want out?"

"I would, but I feel like I need to pay the price."

"So did you actually kill him or did Shawn do so?" I ask.

She lifts her weight off me and looks at me a little more aggressively. Before I even begin to feel bad I remember the time I snapped on Beyoncé. This is like an eye for an eye right? She's got every right to get even.

"Shawn did... and I let him." She says sternly.

All emotion has left her face and she stands and walks out the cell. My heart has taken over. I'm scared for how life'll be without Beyoncé there in my presence.

Don't get me wrong, I see where her guilty-ness comes from, but at the same time I don't. I get up and sit on my bed and let her cool off.

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