It's 2006 and Beyonce just released her newest album "B'Day." She's on the covers of Vogue, adding more Grammy's to her collection and soon becoming the next best thing. In the middle of her popularity, she travels back home to Louisiana for her mot...
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MICHEAL RESTED HIS HANDS ON THE steering wheel, clenching his jaw as he observed from his truck. Beyonce and her girls were having dinner in this diner and he watched how lively she was this evening. Every moment she was laughing with Solange and Miley, it was obvious she didn't worry about the world.
It was ironic. At first, she was the stalker and now, he had taken her place. He looked at her with revulsion while pulling the cigarette back to his lips. She was in the middle of a conversation when her phone rang. Upon, seeing his name, she excused herself from the table and stood up, smiling. "Baby!"
"I'm outside." He responded emotionlessly, throwing his cigarette to the ground. "We need to talk."
She frowned, turning her head to look out the large windows. When she saw him in his truck with his eyes already on her, she felt a shiver travel through her body. She walked out of the dinner and made her way over, entering inside. For a few moments, nothing was said and she released a shaky breath. She played with her fingers due to nervousness.
"The Sheriff—." He muttered, feeling his blood boiling. He kept his gaze in front of him, he almost couldn't even look in her direction. "Was there. I saw him at the fire. I asked if they knew who did the break-in yet and he shook his head."
Micheal's lips formed a hard line and he tapped the steering wheel with his thumb to try and calm himself down. "She had kept your secret. She had kept quiet for you."
His voice became more hoarse and he rubbed his temples in frustration. "And yet, you murdered her family."
"She—." She shook her head, leaning into the seat and crossing her arms. She tried to find some excuse to make her actions seem justified. She knew he wouldn't understand it the way she did. "She could have said something in the future. I was only looking out for us."
"No, you were only looking out for yourself." He slightly raised his voice, pinching the bridge of his nose as people passed them. Finally, when they were alone again, he glared at her. "She was a threat to you, that's why you did it. You acted out on your selfish whims."
She furrowed her eyebrows together, her lips forming a slight pout. "No, Baby. T-That's not true."
"I don't get you, Beyonce. One minute, you're loving and sweet with me but behind my back, you're—," He stopped, watching gentle raindrops fall onto his window. "I don't even recognize you anymore. I don't know who this is but I don't want her as my girlfriend."
Beyonce felt her eye twitch. "What does that mean?"
He ran his hands through his hair, his lips forming a hard line. "I'm done."
