Pace

162 12 1
                                        

Bey's POV
I've been pacing back and forth for 30 minutes. And my heart is in my ass. I hate myself for being so rude to him. I was trying to get him away from me so the guy wouldn't hurt Chris. I would explain to Chris later on. His mom keeps praying. I texted my mom and she's stuck in traffic but on her way. I finally sit with Mrs. Brown.
Momma J: Beyoncé baby, let's take a deep breath. In and out.
We practice breathing excerises. I start bawling again.
Bey: I was so mean to him. He planned this nice day for us and I-I ruined it.
I explained to her the reason why I was being so mean. Before she says anything.
Doc: Chris Brown family
His mom and I stand up.
Doc: follow me.
Momma J: is he ok doc?
Doc: just. Please. Follow me.
My heart is beating a million beats per minute. Why won't he tell us? We get to Chris room and there was no machine hooked up to him. They had just taken it all off him.
Doc:*tearing up and looks down*I'm sorry for your loss.
His mom and I scream and hug eachother on the top of our lungs. We sit by him and hug him.
Doc: I will give you guys some time. *leaves*
Momma J: BEYONCÉ YOU KILLED MY SON YOU TRAMP!!! YOU KILLED HIM!!! THIS WOULDNT HAVE HAPPENED IF IT WERENT FOR YOU!!!
Bey: IM SO SORRY I CANT BREATH RN. OMG! I DONT I DONT I CANT
She's right. This is all my fault.
Bey: *grabs Chris hand and places it on her stomach* I will make sure our baby knows who you are.
Momma J: you're whattt??!?
Wake up!!

Schoolin Life📚Where stories live. Discover now