In the Shadows

Chapter 18

*Shawn's POV*
"Aww, Shawn baby let's take another picture so I can post it on Instagram! We look so good together." The deranged bitch Michelle says to me.

"Look string bean,( Kaylah😭😭) I done told you already, you're sick and you need psychiatric treatment... I don't want you! I'm doing what you asked me to do, now hold up your end of the deal." I reply to her as I'm looking around making sure nobody is close enough to hear.

This psycho girl is just staring me down, laughing manically acting like this shit is actually funny. "Shawn, baby boy... You don't get it do you? I own you right now, as a matter of fact, I will own you forever. I have the tape, remember? Now either you can stick with me, the real woman you need, or go back to that stank hoe Beyoncé and I will expose you."

My face is scrunched up in frustration and I bit down on my lip so I don't disrespect the hell out of this girl. "Actually Michelle, you don't get it, do you? Beyoncé is the real woman that I need in my life while you're this crazy ass little girl playing some petty games... I don't fucking want you! Why is that so hard for you to understand? Why won't you just let it go?! You're trying to make me be with you while it's clear I don't want any part of you. Do you know how embarrassing that looks on your part and how psychotic that makes you look. Plus I couldn't openly be with you either, even if for some strange reason, I wanted to be! Any type of relations within the office are strictly prohibited!"

"Baby no you're not getting it! I'm doing this for you, for us! I know what you need, and it's me." Michelle places both of he hands on my broad shoulders and quickly leans in to kiss so  I can't even think of pulling away. She slyly tries to slide her tongue into my mouth, but by the grace of God it's interrupted by a strong force brining Michelle down to the ground.

I look over to the side and to no avail, I'm not surprised to see anyone but Beyoncé with Michelle's hair tightly gripped in her hand. Now I know how this looks... She clearly saw what just happened between Michelle and I and she must think I was playing her the whole time just to get with string bean! But what man in their right mind would play a woman like Beyoncé, for a little girl like Michelle? Not I.

My eyes are glued on Beyoncé trying to read her emotions and all I get is a look of pure hatred. Is it aimed towards me? Is it for Michelle? At this point, it's probably for the both of us but there's no way in hell in going to let Bey think I'm trying to be with this chick.

"Bey! Listen to me please!" I shout hopelessly like a little whipped pussy. I don't want to sound like a little bitch but I can't help it, I'm literally terrified. Haunting thoughts keep flooding my mind, thoughts of loosing my love.

She still has Michelle's pony tail gripped up in her hands and she refuses to look my way. I snake my hands over her's in attempt to set Michelle free and get her attention. Now Bey might be a small woman, but she has some paws because I can't pry her hands off!

"That's right Bey don't fuckin let that bitch's fifty cent weave go! Don't stop pullin that shit until the glue ain't holdin no more and the tracks are on the flo!" Kelly's hyped up ass shouts, attracting more of a crowd around us than before. Great. Just what I need, right?

Finally, Bey looses her interest in everything else and her eyes find their way to me. "Bey you lettin the bitch go! That's a lazy ass quitting hoe move! Damn! I raised you better than that son."

Her face is unreadable and her body language isn't showing anything. Should I be scared?
Just as I think things can't get any worse for me, Bey's straight expression turns into an acute smirk that makes one of her dimples pop. Her eyes are starting to have a glow to them, a glow that I've never recognized before. Her small smirk disappears as her mouth opens the slightest bit and I prepare myself for the hell she's about to speak upon me.

But of course, everything is  just getting worse for me today. Her mouth opens and she lets out a muffled, maniacal laugh. Got damn. Now you know every time a black woman starts laughing in a heavy situation or when something bad happens, shit is about to go down, and she's about to burry me six feet under...

She glances back up at me and looks me dead in the eye. Standing there still, batting her eyelashes and poking out her bottom lip and extending her hand out for me to grab, she says "Baby I think you and I need to have a private conversation. Why don't we step out of here?"

I look around frantically trying not to break a sweat, but also waiting for someone to offer help and save me! If I go with her only God knows what's gonna happen. I really feel like this woman will be the dead of me, especially right now in this moment. But what the hell, I can't tell her no... Right? I have to take this chance to make things right anyway.

I slide all my fear to the back of my mind and take hold of her soft and fragile hand. It feels so right, so good. Like her hand was made specifically just to fit with mine. Like a puzzle of our love as our fingers become tangled in one another's. But at this one moment, is it a bear trap? She has me caught in her grasp free to do whatever she wants, and there's no escaping for me. Hey, either a puzzle of love or a bear trap, I want in as long as it's with her.

She starts leading me to the elevator and the people surrounding us push against the walls of the hall and make a path way for us. Damn I don't know where this is going for us.

"Uh uhh, big booty bicth!!!!!! Bring that ass here boy! We ain't talk about all that lovey dove shit! We said get ratchet. Fuck happened to that?! Lemme define getting ratchet for you! You must whoop a hoe's ass and cut a nigga's dick off! Ya job ain't finished son!"

Kelly keeps going off but her words aren't phasing Beyoncé. It's like Bey is blocking her out and she's only focused on one thing and one thing only. We finally reach the elevator and she pushes the button. I refuse to move my eyes from her in hopes of her eyes meeting mine again, but the elevator opening up eliminates that chance for that moment. We step inside and I swallow, everything but my pride. I'm going to listen to what she has to say and take it all in because I don't want her to think I'm just making excuses at first.

Still as a statue, she stands with her mouth open but there's no movement or words. Until she lets me hear a small release of breath. "You can't love me, Shawn. I don't even want you to love me anymore. I don't want you to love me in any type of way. Who are you to love me anyway?"

I squeeze my eyes shut and turn away from her to face the wall of the elevator. I ball my hands up into fists in attempt to stay cool. I know how it looks, but she can't really believe something happened between Michelle and I... Can she?

I'm not taking this shit. I stand up straight and walk over to those elevator buttons to completely stop it from moving.

"Who are you to tell me I can't love you like the way mothers love daughters? The way Mary was closest to Joseph and babies is close to The Father. You don't know me and love got a secret hand shake and mad inside jokes. I could tell it's knock knock when my heart beatbox, our inside voice. Who are you to tell me I don't want you the way flesh wants freedom. The way greed loves need, the way a king needs kingdoms. You don't know what I know, what I'm capable of, what I slaved for and traded in favors and gave up for you what I gave up for love...You don't know."

For once, this woman is speechless. Did I actually get through to her?

Although she's speechless, she's not still anymore. She reaches for the button hat starts the elevator again but I grab her hand before she pushes it. "Nah Bey, we're not done I have much more to say."

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