I Hate You (Book1)

•I HATE YOU 12•

I was laying in Shawn's arms since we had both fallen asleep. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at his tear stained face. I ran my fingers over the now reddish dry tears stains that covered his soft cheeks. I kissed his forehead softly. Even though he is an asshole it still hurts me to see him in pain.

I stared at him as he continued to sleep on my couch with me in his arms. His breath was slow and calm, his chest moved up and down as I could feel his breath on my neck. I heard the sound of keys at the front door but decided against turning around think it could just be Natrisha.

"Yeah, that's what I said.. We need to schedule a new meeting and- BEYONCÉ!?" I heard a voice that could only be recognized as my father's.

I sat up slowly making Shawn tighten his grip on my waist. "Hey dad," I said looking at him.

"What the hell are you doing with this boy? Why is he in my couch!?" He spoke angrily hanging up the phone call and slamming the front door making Shawn fly awake.

"Bey?" He questioned rubbing his eyes he was about to peck my neck but quickly stopped himself once he noticed my father.

"Dad nothing was going on! We were just talking and fell asleep," I said.

"Well who is him?" My father questioned.

"He is Shawn Carter my... Friend," I said before looking at Shawn for approval.

"Why doesn't he stay over for dinner? I should get to now the guy who had his arms around my daughter's waist," he said.

"I would love to sir," Shawn spoke for the first time.

"Excellent," my dad spoke before leaving the room.

"Dad!?" I called him.

"Yes?" He said coming back into view.

"Where is Desire weren't you guys on a vacation?" I asked him.

"We were but I had to cancel it, something important came up. A young investor called Wayne Michael want to invest in the company so I sent Natrisha with Desire so she wouldn't feel alone," he explained before exiting again.

"Wayne Michael?" I whispered at Shawn.

"We are so fucking screwed," he said with his head in his hands.

"Beyoncé!" My dad called.

"Yes dad?"

"Wayne and a few of his associates will be coming over to dinner too," he said before closing the door to his office.

"Great! Just fucking great!" Shawn said laying back.

"I can probably convince my dad of having dinner some other time," I suggested.

"Yeah, or we could get rid of Wayne sometime today," he suggested.

"Let's try both," I said and he nodded.

We both walked to my dad's office and knocked. "Come in," he called.

"Dad, I don't think you should do business with Wayne," I told him coming in with Shawn behind me.

"Why not? He is paying way much for shares in the company nobody else wants," he said.

"Dad he is a very dangerous man. He is known for being one of the most notorious drug dealer and traffickers around here he just hasn't been caught," I said.

"Your point? I don't care. This is what feeds everyone in this household," he told me.

"Dad, you don't see it the way I do. If you do business with him, sure you'll get money but the police will confiscate it because it is drug money and they will take everything under your name," I said seriously.

"How do you know so much about this?" He asked me.

"Because he is using you to get to me," I said sighing.

"Wait. What?" Shawn asked turning to me.

"I didn't tell you everything Shawn. He wanted me to join his operations in the cartel and when I said no he threatened to kill you and do me like he did Hailey," I said nervously.

"He did what!? And you didn't tell me!? You told me I could trust you!"

"And you can! I just didn't tell you because I didn't know what had happened to Hailey. Now that I do, I can finally tell you," I told Shawn.

He began leaving the room. "Shawn! Where are you going!?"

"I have to talk to my uncle. He will handle Wayne," he said grabbing his jacket.

"Be careful Shawn," I warned and he nodded. "I hate you," I said once he was at the door.

He turned back to me and gave me a soft smile, "I hate you too," he said before closing the door.

I sighed and turned back to my father. "Do you understand now?"

"Yes, now I don't know how you and that kid are involved but whatever you have to do.. Fix it," he said.

I nodded and left his office. I went up to my room and changed into some sweats.

Shawn's P.O.V:

"So what do you want me to do?" My uncle asked as we talked over the phone.

"I was hoping you could send a hit to a Mercedez Benz model SLR AMG with the plate YMCMB," I told him quietly hoping nobody near heard.

"Gotcha. Anyone specific?" He asked.

"Make sure Wayne is completely wiped off," I said.

"I been wanting to get rid of him sometime now," he laughed.

"Thanks Uncle K," I said before hanging up.

I laid down and watched Fast and Furious 5 while I waited for death confirmation. My uncle told me he was on his way to kill Wayne. It seemed so unreal.. All my problems would be fixed.

I was half way through the movie when I looked at my phone and got a phone call from Chris. "Hello?"

"Wassup man. I was just going to warn you about something," he told me.

"What?" I asked.

"Wayne is coming to kill you. I took his car to come get you, that way nobody would suspect if I took you away. I'm on my way," he told me.

"No! Get out the car! I sent a hit to-" I was cut off by the sound of an explosion. "CHRIS! CHRIS!" All you heard on the other side of the phone were flames.

He's dead. And it's all my fault.

Damn it Chris!