"Wait, why not?" I looked to Bey. She just told me I couldn't go to work with her no more. I'm confused because I don't think i've done anything. All that we agreed on, i've stood by. If anything she's been breaking the rules.
Thought everything was okay. I do my job.
"Cause my dad is still in." She mumbled putting on her jewelry. I stood beside her silently. My feelings were semi hurt. Going to work is something i've started looking forward to. It's apart of my days now.
What am I gonna do sitting at home? The kids are gone so....
"But what does it have to do with me?"
"He be tripping Nic. Have you doing shit I don't have you doing."
"It's my job though Beyoncé. My real job and not just what you want me to do. I'm fine with it." I watched her walk away from me. She probably has it made up in her mind already that i'm not going. That's not fair at all. "So I have to stay home?"
"Yep."
"But why?"
"I already explained myself once."
"I don't have a problem with it Bey."
"Well I do, so no. I'll have Gabby come over here."
She's playing with my mental right now. It's like she forgot I can't just switch routines up. I have to stick to the same daily schedules if i've done it for so long.
"I don't wanna stay home though Bub." I sat on the bed. She was moving around so fast around my room. "Bub."
This woman was ignoring me. My eyebrows knitted, growing frustrated. Why is she acting like she can't hear me?
"Beyoncé!"
"Baby...I hear you, but in all honesty I don't care. Alright? I said what I said and you're staying home. You wanna go to my house?"
"No...I wanna go with you...Please? I'll stay in the office like you want me to."
"No."
I huffed rolling my eyes as she walked away. Noticing she was heading out, I followed her to the door. She turned to kiss me, catching the pout on my face.
We stood there looking at each other. I was deepening my pout to get to her and it was working. Staying at home all day was not my plan.
"You really wanna go that bad?"
"Please?"
She groaned coming back inside. I smiled small following her in my room as she was getting clothes out for me. Yay. It was something simple but I didn't care.
I got dressed with her help, kissing her every chance I could. She was annoyed but I didn't care. I'm not staying in this house all day. That is not it.
We were heading to the front door, but Bey hurriedly stopped. I ran into her back, smacking my lips. Why would she do that? My attitude came through before she shushed me.
"Go in the room." She whispered glancing back at me. Her eyes were glued to the door, never looking away. I didn't move, only staying there. My doorknob jiggled making her step towards the couch.
I watched her reach between the cushions and pull out a gun. What the fuck?
She put her finger to her lips, holding the gun downward. We stood there as whoever was trying to get in kept with the locks. Finally, the door cracked open. Beyoncé moved to the other side, so they couldn't see her.
I only stood there. Nothing about this scared me. The amount of times i've had my lock picked dealing with that man before. That's why my old apartment door creaked so much and wouldn't lock all the way.
