TAKEN: From a Prisoner to a star

7

Two weeks later... September 18th

Jay POV

I was laying in my bed thinking about what was happening. I had so many of my uncles men killed and I saved a lot of money from selling but on top of that I just released my first album and I'm blowing up. That's great and all but there's so much going on and I haven't been able to plan how I'm gonna get Bey out of here properly. I need to get her out. I promised. I can't break a promise. If I do it too soon then there will be people to kill my family and If I do it too late I will be caught and put in jail or she might die. With all the new fame I was getting things were becoming harder for me to sell so I need to drop that life but that means my street cred will go down which results in less people willing to help me get Bey outta here. Why does this shit need to be so complicated? I explained it to her and she tries to understand to the best of her ability. People want me to go on tour but I can't leave her and I don't know what to do. I didn't think about this. I didn't think tours would come this early, or cameras and interviews. I just wanted to get my music out there.
The cops have been snooping around here lately and Bey is scared, so is Curtis because he thinks there on to him but I doubt that, Beyoncé is scared because she doesn't want me to go to Jail. She wants me to stop selling and stop killing and I know it, I want to stop too but I'm doing it for her. I'm doing it so that I can get her out, I want her. I know I do. It hasn't been long and I know I want to be with her. Properly.

I was lost in thought when I heard screams coming from Bey's room. No No no no no no no. She isn't allowed to make any noise. Especially in the night because someone might hear her and then that's it. I jumped out of Bed onto my bare feet and saw my uncles bedroom light turn on so I quickly ran into her room and looked down at her. She had her eyes closed but was kicking and screaming and crying but I didn't know what to do. What do you do? Do you wake them up? Do you slap them? Slapping works for a lit of things but I couldn't ever slap her. I finally made up my mind on what to do and I walked over to her and shook her gently to stop her before My Uncle said anything.

" Shawn Shut it up!" He yelled angrily. I hated how he never referred to her as a person, always an it and that wound me up. I wanted to kill him myself but I couldn't. The gentle shaking wasn't working so I pulled her body close to mine and held her in my arms; Immediately she stopped screaming and clung on to me tight. Her fingers wound round my top and her nails scratched me slightly but I didn't mind, If that's what I needed to go through to protect her then that's what I was going to do. What do I do now? I though to myself. I tried to move but she began whining again so I just sat with her and looked down at her. Her hair was in a messy bun and her skin was golden and clean with no more marks or bruises because Of the ointment I got for her, she was wearing a black Brooklyn top with a pair of my basketball shorts and knee high thick socks. She was so beautiful. I remember when I saw her the first day I moved here and I thought she was beautiful, I never spoke to her but she was so cute and I couldn't help but look at her when I should have been doing something else. I heard my uncle go back into his room and I sighed in relief.

"You could have been hurt" I said to her. Now, by now we should all know I'm not the best when it comes to people so telling her all the things I want to say during the day, while she was asleep instead became something I did often. Sometimes I would come in here and just sit next to her and talk non stop and as soon as I noticed she was waking up I would leave and act like I didn't do anything. Shitty I know but that's the best I can do. If I were you I would think that was creepy, and what kind of idiot doesn't know how to talk to people?

Beyoncé POV

"sometimes I wonder, if you hadn't been taken... would we have ever even spoke properly? Would I have fallen in love with you?" Jay whispered thinking I was asleep. He loves me? I don't know what to say. It's only been two weeks since we kissed, everything is moving too fast and I don't know what to do. "I don't know if you know this but your just such a wonderful human. I want us to be together like normal people, I want to take you out to dinner and walk you home then kiss you at your door and watch as you disappear inside. I want to take you to meet my family while I meet yours and then I want us to be happy. I want you to be happy. I'm sorry you can't have that life and I know its partly my fault, I understand if you don't feel the same way about me that I do you. We're not exactly the average couple are we. Good girl from Texas living a completely normal and happy life until she gets kidnapped by a horrible man from New York, then she is given to his gangster nephew as a present and there we have it. Beyoncé the good girl and Shawn the bad guy. Shawn, Jay-Z the new rapper blowing up the charts. Rapping about hoes and drugs when all he thinks about now is the girl of his dreams who is being kept prisoner in the spare bedroom of his house. I have a feeling that I will save you, get you out of here like I said but then I go to prison or someone gets hurt or... or you find someone so much better than me. Someone who won't remind you of the pain you have endured since you were 17, the life you was forced to have. I'm so sorry" He said to me. He is so sweet and kind, I don't know how he could even think I would look at anther person. I love him too. He makes me happy and brings light into this horrible world I live in and he means so much to me. I know that if I say anything he will freeze because he can't seem to tell me these things when he thinks I'm awake. So I just let him talk, his voice calms me down and makes me happy. "I was talking to Curtis and I told him I want to stop selling and he said he can help me." He paused, I knew Curtis wasn't all bad. He had some good in him. That good was only ever shown to Jay, that was it. No one else, maybe that's why Jay only trust few people, that's the life he grew up around. The man he grew up with. "Now that I'm getting big and we actually set up Roc-a-fella in NY He wants me to move there and really work on being Jay-z." He said, and that was the moment my heart broke. Was he going to leave me? Was he going to move to NY and be famous and forget about me and just leave me here. He lowered his head close to my ear and whispered gently, " I want to take you with me" He said. Only he can break my heart and fix it within a matter of seconds. I felt warm and wanted. I couldn't help it any more so for once I opened my eyes and looked up at him.