Beyoncé's POV
"..please..shawn don't do this to me."
I try my best to plead and fight with him but it doesn't seem to be doing any good. He doesn't even look at me. I let the tears finally fall from my eyes, landing on his shoulder. I assume that snapped him out of it because he just..stopped.
Finally, he looks me in my eyes and for a minute..I saw him. I saw Corey. My best friend.
I saw him..the real him.
Timidly, I watch as he slowly steps backward, allowing tears to form in his eyes. Perhaps he's in disbelief of what he'd nearly done, and he should be, as I am as-well. Once upon a time, I did want to have sex with him but..not like this. Not in this way.
He drops to his knees, his head in his palms.
Crying.
Part of me wants to comfort him, but the other part of me is...terrified of him. He's changed. He's put his hands on me, yelled at me..and even tried to assault me. I allow my thoughts to consume me, my body succumbing to the force of gravity as it slides down the wall. I close my eyes, allowing my salty tears to fall freely.
"Beyoncé I'm.." He sniffles. "I'm sorry..I'm so...so sor-"
"Don't. Just don't." I shake my head, he can't just tell me that after pulling that shit on me.
The melody of our sobs and the faint beat of music fill the empty atmosphere of the room. Creating a counterbalance of worlds. On one side, there is laughter, elatedness, joy. And yet only a few steps away resides unknown fear, dismay, and torment. Now I understand why so many assaults happen at parties. No one can hear you. The equation of deceit...Trusting women plus drugged drinks.. divided by fucked up men equals the sorrow and thievery of the soul.
Honestly, I don't even know what room we're even in. However, this is my first time here.
I open my eyes to a sight of a bedroom. Though, my vision is blinded due to my liquid grief residing in my eyes. Blinding me. As well as the darkness engulfing the space.
I stand to my feet, wiping my face in the process. I can't be in here with him anymore. I don't trust him. As I go to leave, he gently reaches for me. I tense at his touch, even though it brought me no harm, I have no idea of what more he's capable of.
"Bey please.."
"SHAWN YOU CANT DO THAT!" I snatch away from him.
"I was just angry..I didn't know what I was doing.." He sobs.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT YOU WERE DOING SHAWN?! YOU ALMOST RAPED ME, HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND!?!"
"I just wanted...I just wanted to hurt you like you hurt me."
"Oh so trying to fuck me is the best way to do that? Congratulations Shawn for being the dumbest nigga on the planet." I clap sarcastically at him.
He truly must be a dumbass to think some stupid shit like that. As he kneels before me, he actually looks ashamed. But I just can't feel bad for him. I want to but.. I just can't..if you did it once, what's to say you won't do it again. Saving me from my misery, my phone pings. I pull it out my pocket to see it's Kelly asking about my whereabouts. Apparently, cops are here to shut the party down. Coming back to reality, I know notice the absence of music, replaced by the shouting of cops and partygoers.
"I gotta go." I tell him as I respond to Kelly.
"Don't leave me Bey...not again. Please." He stands up to cup my cheek, staring into my eyes with those chocolate brown orbs I once adored. I close my eyes once more and allow my final tear to fall down my cheek, leaving a wet salty trail behind itself. At one point, I loved this man with all my heart and would do anything for him. But... I will not allow myself to be blindsided by what he's done to me. Fuck him. He doesn't mean shit to me.
