Beyoncé's POV
Welcome to Colorado!
Everyday a new city. I sat on the passenger side of the white Toyota, Ariana has been driving me. As we both ran away, from Sean. And that horrible thing I had to do. We were on our way for my big, surprise.
"Beyoncé are you okay?" She asked me keeping her eyes on the road.
"No. I feel kinda bad about what I-we did." I sighed and ran my hair through my ponytail. I hadn't showered in two weeks. I had been in a basement with her and we broke out of...
The pool of a red liquid substance laying on the ground surrounding his head, and tears started to fall as I looked down at my hands covered with the same thing. I heard Ariana scream then a gunshot. I looked around at the blood stained into the carpet, and on my clothes.
Sorry, I keep getting these flashbacks, But the police have been on out tail for about a month now. I was pretty good at using a gun because I had,
never mind
I don't want to even think about this.
"Beyoncé you know that you have done nothing wrong, you saved my life. And you don't even like me." She giggled and I gave her a shy smile.
I really didn't like this girl. Well, she isn't too bad anymore now that she isn't a bitch because I put her in check.
"I never said I dislike you. I don't insult children." I watched as her grip on the steering whew tightened.
"I don't insult fake ass bitches, and I'd like to keep it that way. So can you please not call me a child anymore I'm 22." She sighed and I laughed.
"I'm sorry. I really am, but I just can't help myself. How far are we, from my surprise?" I inquired changing the topic and her features softened but her grip remained firm.
"We are, approximately five minutes away."
"Big words for you. I didn't know they taught you words like that in daycare. You must make your mother very proud." I smiled at her as she turned her head to glare at me stopping the car in an impractical way.
"Beyoncé. I will stop this car right now and kick you out." She warned me.
"You're not my mom." I muttered than looked out the window the view was beautiful. And then the car halted.
"We are here." She pulled the keys out the engine and hopped out the truck.
As I opened my door of the truck I noticed something, we weren't the only ones here. Which was weird because Ariana wanted nothing to do with other people right now.
I got out the car and ran to the other car it was more expensive, a luxury car. A Ferrari to be exact. Shawn would've loved it. I got close enough to look through the window, and there was no one inside. That's weird. Because Ariana has stopped literally in the middle of nowhere. Just so we could hang and I could see the beautiful mountains. I loved the crisp air and the view.
As I walked behind the truck where Ariana has been setting up I saw a male figure and he had a navy big coat on, he held a purse it was pink and it looked familiar, I think it is my purse. But I left it on the counter when,
"Please no. Please leave me let me be." The blood dripped off my head like sweat then fell onto the floor of my office I was on the ground using my elbows to crawl backwards before feeling dizzy and i couldn't move just pant heavily. Probably from the major loss of blood.
"Beyoncé you had your chance. You could've stayed with me. We could've had kids." He was a straight up psychopath.
"Jay!" I managed to let out, but it was nothing louder then a whisper.
"He's not going to save you this time." He put a wet rag to my face and I tried my best not to inhale. The last thing I saw was my pink Burberry laying on my counter before I drifted into a heavy sleep.
"That's my purse." My deep voice caused Ariana to look at me. She looked worried and was making actions with her hands. Her two fingers moving back and forth. I gave her a confused look.
"Run Goddamn!" She shouted and I nodded my head but not before yanking my purse kicking my heels off and running on the cold land.
I reached into my back pocket and pulled the keys for the Toyota out.
My feet ached as I made a sharp turn with that man following me, he was a little slower. Probably because I did track back in Houston.
I pressed the unlock button on the car, then yanked the door open pulling out my gun that sat on the passenger side of the truck.
"Freeze." I said at the same time as someone else. I turned around and looked behind to see a woman who had a police badge on her shoulder.
"Now put your hands up." She said and I still holding my gun put my hand up.
"Drop the weapon M'am." She told me but I wasn't about to get shot.
"No, it is my only self defense. And I'm not even sure if you a real cop. I will gladly get into the backseat of your car though but, I will not give you my gun. Plus I have done nothing wrong so could you please tell me why you are fixated on arresting me? And why is my friend already in your car?"
"You are under arrest for 2nd degree murder, Ms. Beyoncé Knowles."
"No, my name is Solange Knowles." I knowingly lied her.
Knowingly.... Knowles
"Oh really? But I'm pretty sure Solange Knowles lives with her mother, in Houston."
"No, I'm Solange Knowles and you've got the wrong girl." I knew Solange would kill me for this.
"Lying to a police officer could get you into bigger trouble Ma." I looked up at the make this time, Ma?
"Shawn?" I turned around to see that the big man in the blue coat was actually my boyfriend. My betraying boyfriend.
"Yes Mrs. Knowles?" He sounded all proper not even happy to see me or anything.
Even if he wasn't happy to see me, I was fucking happy to see him. I was ecstatic.
I ran into his arms but nothing was wrapped back around my waist as it usually would.
"Shawn?" Which came out in a different tone.
He looked down at me. He tried to hide his emotions from me but he couldn't l, I could see he wanted to fuck me in the backseat of that police car right now.
"Baby?" My voice cracked as I looked up at him again.
"Don't cry baby girl." He whispered so that only I could hear and I was reassured that it was Shawn.
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"What did he do to you?" Shawn held my hand as we continued our car ride home in the Ferrari, the one I had saw. Yep it was Shawn's. Another police officer picked it up
"He... I don't want to." I sighed looking at Shawn as he kept his eyes on the road he put one arm around me and I leaned into his cheats beginning to cry all the tears I'd been keeping trapped inside of me.
"Aye, this shirt Versace so..."
"Shawn." My tone completely changed looked up at him with an eyebrow raised.
"Your tears are more important."
He had bailed me out of his and explained to me that we had become wanted for being murderers, and he felt the need to help because he knew that I would never kill someone and being on the polices side would help him see me again. And he claims that he would do anything just to catch a tiny little glimpse of me again.
