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Unseen Pain

!Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of domestic abuse.!

Unseen Pain
Beyonce ,Kelly
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Beyonces POV:

It was a rare sunny afternoon in Los Angeles, and I had taken a break from my busy schedule to visit Kelly. We'd been planning this catch-up for weeks, and I was excited to spend some quality time with my dear friend. I pulled up to her house, the familiar warmth of our friendship making me smile.

Kelly's house was as welcoming as ever, its exterior a reflection of her vibrant personality. As I walked up the front steps, I noticed the door was slightly ajar. My first thought was that she must have left it open by accident, but something about the scene felt off.

"Kelly?" I called out as I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The house was unusually quiet, and a knot of unease began to form in my stomach. "Kelly, are you here?"

There was no response, and the silence grew heavier. I walked further into the house, calling her name again. The hallway was empty, but I heard a faint sound coming from the living room—voices, muffled and tense. My heart raced as I approached the source of the noise.

I peeked around the corner and froze. My breath caught in my throat as I saw Kelly standing near the couch, her body rigid and her face pale. Her husband, Michael, was standing too close, his posture aggressive. His voice was raised, harsh and unyielding, as he loomed over her.

"I'm tired of your excuses, Kelly!" Michael's voice was filled with anger, and I could see the frustration in his clenched fists. "You never do what I ask. Why can't you just be more responsible?"

Kelly's eyes were wide with fear, and she looked as though she was trying to shrink into herself. "I'm doing the best I can," she said softly, her voice trembling. "Please, just calm down."

My heart ached at the sight. I wanted to intervene, but I felt paralyzed, caught between the need to help and the fear of making things worse. I watched as Michael's face darkened, his anger escalating.

"Your best isn't good enough!" he shouted, grabbing her arm roughly. "You're always letting me down."

Kelly flinched, her eyes brimming with tears. The sight of her being handled so roughly was more than I could bear. I took a deep breath, steeling myself to step in. I couldn't stand by and do nothing.

"Michael, that's enough!" I said, my voice firm as I stepped into the room. The authority in my tone seemed to catch him off guard. "Let go of her."

Michael turned to face me, his expression a mix of surprise and annoyance. "And who are you to tell me what to do?"

"I'm Beyoncé," I said, my voice steady despite the tremor in my heart. "And I'm telling you to let her go. Now."

There was a moment of tense silence as Michael's eyes bore into mine. He seemed to weigh his options before releasing Kelly's arm, his anger still simmering just below the surface. Kelly took a step back, her eyes locked on me with a look of deep relief and gratitude.

"Beyoncé, I—" Kelly started, but her voice cracked.

"Are you alright?" I asked, moving to her side and placing a gentle hand on her arm. My heart broke as I saw the bruises already forming.

Kelly nodded, but the fear in her eyes was palpable. "Thank you for coming. I didn't know how to get out of this."

Michael glared at us, his expression darkening. "You have no right to interfere in my private life."

"I have every right," I said firmly. "No one deserves to be treated this way. You need to leave, Michael. This isn't a place for you to act like this."

His gaze flickered between Kelly and me, and with a final angry look, he stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him. The sound reverberated through the room, leaving a heavy silence in its wake.

I turned to Kelly, who was trembling slightly. "Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?"

Kelly looked at me, her eyes filled with tears. "I didn't want to burden you with this. I've been trying to handle it on my own, but it's been so hard."

I pulled her into a comforting embrace, my own tears flowing freely. "You don't have to handle this alone, Kelly. I'm here for you. We'll get through this together. There's help available, and we'll find it."

As we held each other, the weight of the situation began to settle in. I could see the pain and fear in Kelly's eyes, and I knew that while this was a painful moment, it was also the beginning of a path toward healing. I vowed to support her, to be there for her in every way I could.

The road ahead would be challenging, but in that moment, Kelly wasn't alone. We had faced the darkness together, and that was the first step toward finding the light.
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