My Doctor, Lucifer

Off Road with the Devil

Shawn's POV

I'm in a black Sedan SUV with Idris, going straight for Houston, Texas. Beyoncé and her family started a long road trip today, after spending time at different spas and chiropractors. I've read some of her prescriptions, thanks to Idris's hacking talent, and relaxing is a big part of her recovery. I chuckle at the thought. Almost a month has passed ever since I started following Beyoncé. The night I entered her room and watched her dance to a song, made me love her even more. She is such a natural beauty. Her dance moves were also natural, swaying her hips, humming to the beat, her feet moving elegantly, everything about her is natural and exotic. Although I never intended to scare her, I failed exceptionally. The next day she traveled back to Houston and she hasn't said a word to her parents about what happened. Tina and Matthew own a 2000 square feet house in Houston and I plan on making my move the minute I'm at her house.

"So what's the plan?"

"None of your business." I tell Idris. He huffs and opens up another beer. He is hooked on Guinness. Since the last stop, he chugged down 2 cans. Any minute now he'll need to go to the bathroom and I have no intention to stop.

"If you need to take a leak, better use a bottle."

"I'm fine mate, when I was on a mission in Kuwait I drank a big bottle of homemade beer and resisted in my spot to make the shot. What does my need to pee have to do with your obsession with this girl. If all of this is none of my business, why did you bring me with you? Did you need company?"

"No, I needed somebody to take care of things, in case my plan failed." I explain. He doesn't need to know the details. It's funny how everything worked out, from me meeting Beyoncé by coincidence then us liking each other. Destiny sure is crazy. But what I have planned for Beyoncé is something that she might not expect.

"Thank God you never have only ONE plan." He says between sips. I roll my eyes. His bladder will burst if he keeps on drinking, which instinctively makes me want to pee.

"Exactly, you always need to be prepared. By the way, did you find anything about Jacob Lane?"

"Well yeah, he is a low cut administrator at the Quentin Mease Community Hospital, close to where Beyoncé lives. There is no actual relationship between them or any sort of link, but she did go there with her friend Kelly when she broke her arm at age 15. I couldn't pull up any footage from that because they don't stock the videos on a hard drive."

"Obviously."

"So from there I only know that he attended her and ever since, an alias started appearing at every single hospital she has ever been. A man called "Bryson Clark" has handled all of her files at different hospitals."

"He altered them."

"What?" Asks Idris surprised.

"You don't need to worry just keep an eye on the car in front of us."

"Do you think they are that stupid? We've been following them for some long miles."

"Idris, 1280 miles aren't a lot because I've been staying in the back and I didn't stop when they did."

"They must think it's creepy."

"It won't be anymore because in 15 minutes we will enter Misisipi and from there I'll go straight through Arkansas and then down to Houston. We will be on the road more but I have Kanye following her every move."

"Doesn't he have shit to do?" Asks Idris. He knows what to say to piss me off.

"Not at the moment, since I'm paying him."

"Ugh, I hate people that have no social life." Adds Idris and we both burst out laughing. We know damn well that he was referring to us and he is right. But maybe I will have a social life a few weeks from now. Because I plan on taking my time with Beyoncé."You honestly aren't thinking about making a scene, right?" Asks Idris as he stops from opening the 6th can of beer. I chuckle.