My Personal Trainer

Chapter eleven

Kelly -

"Kelly you did what?!" Michelle yelled as she jumped up off my bed.

"I know Michelle I know," I replied as I paced back and forth.

"You deserve the hoe of the year award," Michelle replied with a serious face.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah really, what the fuck Kelly you crossed the line, not once but twice you did the same shit with Shaun, does Beyoncé even know you had an abortion by his baby?" Michelle asked.

"Do you think I would still be here if she knew about that, and she isn't going to know about okay damn shut up this isn't you're place your always kissing her ass," I said as I threw my hair brush.

"You know what Kelly you're fucking pathetic, and you are a sour ass friend, I hope and pray like hell that Beyoncé kicks you're ass to the curb, out of all the shit that she's done for you and you betray her like this!" Michelle yelled.

"Shut up!" I yelled as I pushed her back.

"No you shut up slut I hope you end up with herpes," Michelle yelled back as she pushed me.

"You've been plotting against Bey every since we were little hoe!" She yelled as she continued to push me back.

She started punching me and I lost it. I grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her out of my bed room and into the hallway as I started stomping her.

"Kelly! What the hell!" Beyoncé yelled as she came out her bedroom. She pulled me off of Michelle and Michelle spat on the ground.

"Beyoncé I'm moving out, I'll give you my rent for this month, but I can't and won't be staying here while this tramp is still here, you should be aware of who you call your friends," Michelle said as she ran down stairs.

"Michelle!" Beyoncé yelled.

"Just let her go," I replied as I wiped my face.

"What was all-"

Before Beyoncé could finish her sentence she started throwing up.

"Bey you okay?" I asked as I grabbed her hair and pulled it out her face.

"Yeah, uh yeah I'm fine," she replied. I ran in my room grabbed one of my towels and handed it to her.

"Was it something you ate?" I asked.

"No, I haven't anything but ice cream, maybe I ate too much of it," she said as she wiped her eyes.

"Yeah you need to go lay down," I replied.

She went and laid down while I cleaned up her mess.

"You want me to go to the drug store and get you some medicine for you're stomach?" I asked.

"No, I'm fine," she replied.

"If you need me I'm across the hall," I replied.

"Yup," she said.

I went back into my room and plopped down in my bed. I pulled out my phone and tried calling Chris once again, but of course his phone went straight to voice mail.

I hoped and prayed he wasn't thinking about telling Beyoncé what happened the other night. If he was I going to put a stop to him, even if it means killing him.

Chris -

"You did what?" Mama yelled as she slammed the skillet down on the counter.

"Mama I know I messed up," I replied as I as i rubbed my temple.