Forbidden Love.

1.

Beyoncé.

"I HATE YO ASS TOO!" I slammed the door to me and Jay's bedroom and plopped on the bed. I counted to ten in my mind and let out a loud scream. This is the fifth fight me and Jay has had this week. I'm just happy Blue Ivy is over my sisters. I don't need her hearing me and Jay fight all the goddamn time. He just makes me want to pull all of my hair out, sometimes. Wait, no. ALL THE TIME! Whenever he meets his "fans," he is always kissing and touching all over them. Um, I do not approve! Rumor is going around that when I was on tour, he stayed home and got another stanky bitch pregnant. Lemme find out. Everytime I sit down and talk to him about that shit, he always gets mad and calls me a "jealous" or "clingy." Um, last time I checked, he was the one who got on his knees and begged for my ass. I just shook my head at the memory of him bribing me with all this glamorous shit just to go on a date with me. The memory was shaken away from my head as I heard a door slam. I sighed and laughed to myself. I already knew what was going on. Jay was going to go out with Kanye, go to a club, and drink his whole life away. Honestly, I don't give a flying fuck what he does. I'm sick of him and his childish ass. Now, I'm not going to sit around and cry all night. I'm going out. To a fucking club. Where I don't have to worry about shit. I grab my phone and dial my best friend in the whole wide world, Nicki. After 2 rings, she picks up, "Hey Nicki....get dressed...me and you are going out tonight."

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