Beyonce is considered the best when dealing the mentally ill. But what happens when she accidentally becomes one of her worse patients caregiver
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"Bro fucking drive !" I yelled at the car in front of me.
"Damn man" I said irritated. "Girl what got you so mad ?" My bestfriend Melissa asked over the phone.
"I'm not fucking mad" I rolled my eyes.
I'm fresh out of work and beyonce got me going to get the baby some McDonald's. She don't need no damn McDonalds if she in a crazy house.
"You been frustrated lately" she said. I smacked my lips not saying nothing.
"What's going on ?"
"Nothing man. Just adjusting to shit" I said. Beyonce was dead serious about this little thing.
I thought it would pass but no. I feel like a full parent and I don't even have no damn kids.
"Adjusting to what ?" She asked then another person started calling. I looked over seeing it was beyonce and sighed.
"Hold on Mel" I said hanging up. I answered the phone hearing tiny crying in the background
"What happened ?"
"Baby we're gonna take her home for the day.. she's not doing good up here" she said making me smack my lips.
"No we are not going to take her home. We're gonna leave her where she can't kill us" I scrunched my face.
I think she be forgetting the fact that this girl is a serial killer.
"Robyn she don't wanna be here ! I can take her home as long as I bring her back. Honestly I probably don't even have to bring her back, nobody wants her here"
"No beyonce ! She's not coming to our fucking house !"
"Robyn please.. I've been fighting with her all day"
I groaned hitting the steering wheel "WHY WOULD TOU GET US INTO THIS SHIT ?!"
This whole situation had me stressed out. I have to worry about my wife everyday she goes to work because she's working with a fucking psycho and now we basically adopted the lil crazy muthafucka.
I'm not ready to be a parent ! I don't know how !
I'm not even a parent, I don't know what the fuck I am honest.
"Stop yelling at me ! It's no point in arguing about this it's already done !"
I sighed heavily throwing myself back against the seat and put my hand on top of my head rubbing my temple.
"Robbie"
"I'll bring the McDonald's to the house." I said dryly over this whole situation.
"Baby-" I hung up cutting her off and threw my phone to the side.
