Supernatural Love- Series of Beyoncé Imagines

Club Renaissance

Y/n pov

"INMATE NUMBER 042922! PACK UP YOU'VE BEEN RELEASED!!" The officer yelled throughout the pod, that was my number but I wasn't excited about leaving.

For 3 months I've been in and out the local jail so much so that these people look for any reason to release me. Most people would find that weird, why arrest me just to release just so I could do it again? But I wanted them to I needed a place to stay, so whenever they did release me I would just do something stupid like go into a convenience store and steal random things. Once I was told that the police has been called I'd simply sit and wait for them.

Trust me I didn't like jail nor is it fun but I'm homeless with nowhere to go, jail provided a roof and free food so I had to do what I had to do. How did I get here you might ask? Let me sum it up for you.

I had this boyfriend that I've been with for years, we were madly in love, he was my first everything. We were inseparable anywhere you seen him you saw me and vice versa. We've been together since high school we survived so much together since then. A few years after graduation he brought up this idea of moving out and living together, with no hesitation I was for it. When he brought up moving to a different state, again I was for it. With $500 of savings from the both of us we packed his old beat up car with all of our belongings and hit the road until we stopped in California.

Nothing were special about the town or the house we were in but it was ours so we took pride in it. Things between us were great until it wasn't. 5 months into living together it's like a switch in him went off, he became a completely different person then the one I was used too. The man I thought I knew wouldn't even touch a fly, but the one now would beat the shit out of one. Things was terrible.

Later I found out he was hanging with the wrong crowd then he got hooked on some street drugs. I could always tell when he was high because he would turn into the devil. Our last fight I feared he would beat me to death, my begging and pleading fell on deaf ears. My cries was ignored, our history was ignored. I truly thought it was the end. As I laid there taking hit after hit kick after kick I thought of my family back home, I lost contact with them dealing with him. But I knew if I ever wanted to see them again I had to get up.

I got up and fought back he was stronger plus doped up so I knew I wouldn't survive long fighting the hulk. So I had to outsmart him, we tussled from the hallway to the living room to the kitchen. Once in the kitchen I let him whoop me, discreetly I grabbed a hold of a small pairing knife. 'This will have to do' I thought to myself as I held on the handle tightly. When he grabbed me by my hair is when I stabbed him, then I kept stabbing him again again and again.

My hand were covered in blood but I didn't stop to look. He fell back then I ran out the door. I ran for miles. I ran over a bridge tossing the weapon in the river below it. I stayed on the move until I was two towns over, I was so worried about getting away I didn't realize that now I'm homeless. I left with no clothes, no phone, no food, no friends or family to call. Nothing.

That was a piece of my story.

I walked out into the cold air the gates of the jail closing behind me. I still didn't have anywhere to go but unless I wanted to be a popsicle I had to figure it out. The streets were quiet so I'm guessing it was late into the night, I held myself trying to stay warm as I walked along the sidewalk.

While walking a black Cadillac Escalade pulled beside me, being that this block is where the cheap escorts claim I figured the driver probably mistaken me as one. I ignored it and kept walking silently praying that the driver would get the message. The big ass truck just kept following me "yo what the fuck this motherfucker on?" I mumble to myself