"I realized that when I looked through her real eyes.. all she ever told me was real lies."
Complications.
They're obviously complicated.
Deceit, lies, and love give people one hell of a run for their money.
It didn't think twice when it brought S...
September 23, 2017 Miami, Florida 4:16 AM Beyoncé Giselle Knowles:
"Shh." I kissed down her stomach and looked up at her when I got to her pussy. She was looking down at me, trying to anticipate my next move. I kissed it gently then ran circles on her clit with my tongue, keeping eye contact.
"Ahh, beep."
I raised an eyebrow and pulled away chuckling. "Bitch did you just beep?"
"Beeeeep beeeep beep beep beep."
"What the fuck?"
She started having a bronchitis sounding cough and I rushed to pat her back. Nigga you need some Robitussin or some milk?
I got up about to get something for her, but I woke up. I fucking woke up. How the fuck I get up about to get something, then wake up? I sat up and looked around, realizing I was in the hospital. And that beeping was August's monitor. And he was up breathing hard. Wait..
"Shit August!" I yelled and pressed the help button. He woke up! Nurses rushed in moments later to calm him down. I just watched them calm my soon to be husband down, not able to shake that dream. It was so real. I wouldn't be surprised if I was wet right now..
A few minutes later, they had August situated and told me how I should care for him when he gets released, until he got better. They walked out and I walked to his bed and sat down.
"Hey baby how you feelin'?" I smiled running my fingers through his naps.
"Baybeh? I thought ya said we was betta as just friends." He raised an eyebrow. I scrunched my eyebrows up then chuckled.
"August quit playing boy."
"Nah Beyoncé, ya said we was betta as friends, so fuck on somewhea'." He gritted looking away.
"A-August..." My voice caught in my throat, that hurt me, I remember what he was talking about, but it was so long ago. I'm not gone lie, I know I curved the shit out that nigga like a bad toss, but damn B.
"Man whea' da fuck I'm at? Why I'm in dis damn hospital bed bruh? Did ya do dis ta' me?" He accused squinting his eyes at me.
"Why would you even- fuck up. Just shut the fuck up." I got up and walked out. He not 'bout to disrespect me like I'm not his fiancée. I walked up to a doctor.
"Hey, excuse me sir."
He turned. "Yes Ms. Knowles?"
I sighed, can they act like they don't know me for a few minutes? It worked in the mall, surprisingly, why not here?
"Um, so I'm 2.5 seconds from beating the dog shit outta my fiancée, so I was wondering if you knew why he was acting like he doesn't know we've been together for 3 and a half years." He seemed to process the things I said and told me to wait there while he got some files. He came back looking through them and looked up at me.
"Well, Ms. Knowles," he pulled his glasses off, "Mr. Alsina was diagnosed with amnesia, but we're not sure for how long." I just looked at him quietly and nodded then went back in August's room. He was watching TV.
"Whatchu do-"
"Hush, I'm about to leave bye. Call Chris when they discharge you." I grabbed my stuff about to walk out.
"Wait, Yoncé.."
I turned toward him, lookin' like my neck broke. "What?"
"Sorry bout snappin'. Thanks fah bein' hea' when I woke up."
I nodded and walked out, refusing to let him see my emotional ass cry.
September 23, 2017 Miami, Florida 4:36 AM Summer Boissiere:
I woke up to my phone blasting CRZY by Kehlani. I sighed, here Bey go calling me at unnecessary hours of the day.
"Hello?" I yawned. All 24 of these hours and she still chooses the wrong time.
She sniffed, voice soft. "Can I come over?" I sat up realizing she'd been crying and went Super Best Friend Mode (SBFM).
"Yeah of course, come on." She mumbled an 'okay' and hung up. Who ass, do I have, to beat? Making my best friend cry and shit, don't make me grab my keys.
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A few minutes later I heard a knock on the door. I got up from the couch and opened the door.
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(Poor Bey lookin' mad lowkey)
Bey looked up at me, eyes puffy from crying. I pulled her in the house and hugged her tightly, she hugged back sighing deeply. I pulled away wiping her tears.
"Come on, go sit down, get ready to talk to Dr. Summer." She nodded and sat on the couch, I went in the kitchen and got some ice cream, came back out and sat beside her.
"Alright what happened? Who ass I gotta beat?" I have her the ice cream and a spoon.
She sniffed and opened it scooping some. "I-I know he has amnesia but.. My feelings are hurt right now."
"Who has amnesia?"
"A-August.. He doesn't remember us ever getting together and he talked to me like the hoes he had. After 3 and a half years.." She sobbed. Damn, this must've hit home, because she's never this emotional. But hell, I know I would be a wreck if Chris acted like he didn't know we were together for so long. She ate more ice cream, tears freely falling from her eyes. I put my hand on her shoulder and tilted her head up.
"Bey, look at me." She looked up.
"Stop crying babes. You're too much of an amazing and carefree woman, don't let something temporary get to you. Besides, we both know you not one of them girls."
Beyoncé smiled and moved the ice cream, hugging me. "Thank you.." I smiled.
"I know you'd do the same for me." She pulled away and looked at me.
We maintained eye contact for a few moments before she started getting that intense stare. I started getting lost in those light brown, hazel eyes, that had little specks of gold in them in certain lighting.
Bey leaned forward, close enough to where our noses were touching and my breath hitched, my eyes blinking slowly.
