innocence.

twentynine

Beyoncé POV
I walked in the house and I was glad to be home. I dropped the keys on the counter by the door and went to my room. I changed out of my clothes and slipped into some shorts and a tank top.

Next I went to the kitchen and went to fridge to get me some water. When I went to open my water I couldn't help but notice that there was a note on the counter. It read:

Bey,
Call me when you get a chance. We need to talk about some stuff.
Shemar.

Now what the hell was that. Should I call him now? I think he is at school though. I'll just wait until he gets home. But if he was coming home why would he leave a note. I am so confused.

I put the note back on the counter and grabbed my water heading upstairs. I am going to wait until 12 to see if he comes home, if not I'll call him.

Meanwhile, I need to call Kelly.

I grabbed my phone off the counter and failed her number. Of course, she didn't answer... I wonder why.

Bey: Hey, I just called to see if you were going to work tonight. Call me back.

I hit send and put my phone back  on the counter. Since no one wants to talk I will just go to bed. Maybe, I wake up to some love.

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Kelly POV
So Bey just called me. Did I answer? Hell no.

I just told her boyfriend a lie that could possibly break them up. I'm not finna talk to her. She is going to be pissed.

Why did I tell a lie? Because I told y'all, I do not like Shemar at all. He is a good guy but he is going to fuck up and I know it. I just feel it and when I feel something it usually comes to reality.

My phone buzzed and I looked at it again. It was a text from Bey asking am I going to work. Does she even know about what I told Shemar....

I simply replied No and put my phone back. Maybe she doesn't know yet but when she does....

Shemar POV
"Man, you are at a strip club and got a bitch naked in your lap. Let loose man. You need another shot."

"Naw. I'm good. I'm ready to go."

"You not leaving until you toss a couple of hundreds on a bitch and enjoy yourself." Mark dismissed the stripper and looked at me "You can't keep thinking about her Shemar. She fucked you over. If she don't want you that's her lost. Shit, a hoe gone be a hoe man."

"She wasn't a hoe Mark. It's not easy to let go of someone you love. I love her."

"For real man. Listen to yourself. Look, you about to take another shot. I'm gunna call a bitch over here and you finna get a dance."

I laughed it off. I guess I could let loose a bit. I haven't been in a strip club for god know how long and I am some what "single".

"Yeah. Let me get a shot."

"That's what I'm talking about. Let's get some head or something."

"You crazy man." I said shaking my head. This nigga will get you in some deep shit.

"Let's turn tf up. I didn't put my clothes on for nothing nigga."

"You right man."

*
So I just left the club and Mark is drunk as hell. So now he is my responsibility. I should have known he was going to have more fun than I did. I had to stay somewhat sober because I might be going to see Bey later on. I'm tipsy though.

I'm on my way to this nigga house so I can drop him off and make sure he good before I take off to my hotel room until she calls.

"Mark. You good man."

"Yes, bruh. Thank you for taking care of me bruh."

"No doubt." This nigga is drunk as fuck.

"I really appreciate it, man. You know when I was little my dad used to beat on me and stuff. I still hate that nigga til the day bruh. It's like when I met you was like a brother to me bruh. I love you bruh. Thank you bruh. I fuck with you the long way. For real."

"Alright Mark. Go to sleep. We almost at the house."

"Naw. Imma stay up with you bruh. Cause we gotta to look out for each other bruh. We a family bruh."

"I know Mark but I'm good. Swear."

After about 20 more minute of him talking my ear of about him and his childhood and his dreams and his goals. We were finally home. I swear, alcohol be making this nigga emotional. I have never seen it in my life.

I got out the car and by the time we pulled up he was sleep or just fell asleep. So I took his keys and went to go open the door. When I opened the door I went back to the car and got him out the car. He was up when I got back to the car. I was low key... no high key happy that he was because I did not want to drag him in the house.

"Oh man. I though you left me somewhere."

"Naw man. We at the house. Come on."

"Alright. Bruh."

He attempted to get up and feel right back down. This was not going to be easy as I thought it would be.

Beyoncé POV
I woke up to my stomach in knots. World War 3 is going on in my damn uterus right now. I looked at the clock and it read 2:30. Shemar should have been out of school by now. Yet, he was not home. My energy level or patience level is not in the right place to be playing with him.

The note in the counter did say call him. I guess I will, after I handle the blood bath in my vagina.

I went downstairs and got me something to eat and drink so I could take some medicine.

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After another hour goes by, I am happy to say my stomach has finally calmed down. I am on the couch watching a movie. I would tell you which movie but I totally forgot. I'm not even watching it.

I grabbed my phone and thought this was the best time ever to call my boyfriend. I'm not into bad of a mood, so I can hear the explanation of why he hasn't been home all day and he left me this crappy ass note.

I dialed his number and he picked up fast, a little too fast.

"Hello."

"Hey."

"Hey, meet me at the pizza place by the school at 5."

"Umm... okay.

And with that. He hung up.

What the fuck.?!

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Y'all hate me so much right now. I have not updated in god knows how long. I hate myself right now for pushing you guys to the side like I have but my life has been a freaking reck. Since school started everything has been taking my time up. I barely have time to sleep any more. I promise I will try my best to do better than I am.
- Morgan.