September 23, 2017
Miami, Florida
8:14 AM
Christopher Maurice Brown:
I know this hoe didn't. She really pushing my fucking buttons today man, I already didn't take my medicine, she trynna get fucked up.
"Shit Bey put that back! What the hell is going on with you guys!?" Oh, if only you knew baby girl. I only smirked.
"Beyoncé prolly just a bitch on her period, go take some Midol lil' girl." I shooed her off.
"I can show you a fucking period dipshit." Oooh, lookie, someone's got balls.
"Fuck you gone do?"
"Shove this knife so far in your di-"
"Uh-uh nope we leaving, let's go Chris this is not about to go down. I don't know what the hell is wrong with you guys but we not doing this shit today. Beyoncé go put the fucking knife back and Chris," Summer popped my mouth. Bitch.
"Fucking heavy handed ass!" I covered my mouth.
"What the hell I tell you about talking to females like that! You know your mama wouldn't appreciate that!"
"I wouldn't have to if ya lil' friend wasn't acting like a-"
"Don't you dare say it." I pointed my finger at him. "I don't know what's going on with her and at this point, I don't give a shit. We're leaving." She pushed me toward the door and I shook my head and walked out of the house with my middle finger in the air. Fuck 'em.
Summer stopped pushing me before we crossed the threshold and I looked back at her. She was looking at Bey in pure disappointment. I smirked, she thought. I refuse to let them be alone for a long period of time, because that means it's more time for revelations. I don't have time for that. I went to sit in the car and wait there, she'll learn to fuck off one way or another.
September 23, 2017
Miami, Florida
8:41 AM
Summer Boissiere:
I can't believe the shit that just went down. Like seriously, I've never seen so much hatred between two people since my mom and dad were going through a divorce, and that's saying a lot.
"Summer..." Bey came out of the kitchen from putting the knife back.
"To be honest I really don't wanna hear it." I spat. She sighed and ran her hand down her face.
"Look, I understand that what just happened shouldn't have but I have a clear reason as to why it did." She started.
"I'm listening. You got 30 seconds." I crossed my arms.
"That's not enough... Plus it's a touchy subject, and your man whore-" she began to talk with her hands, so I knew it was about to be a lot.
"Beyoncé." I cut off. She gone stop with that.
She sighed. "Christopher is waiting for you outside."
I looked toward the door. In all honesty, I didn't want to be near either of them, but Beyoncé been on some other shit lately so I don't know how her mentality is at the moment. She went to sit on the couch and just sat there, no expression on her face. I sighed and walked up to her, tilting her face up toward me.
"You know we're all gonna have to talk about this right." She shrugged and turned her head away.
"No. There's nothing to talk about." She kept an expressionless face.
"Fine." I only shook my head and walked out. How did so much change in under 10 minutes? I sighed getting in my car and looked at Chris. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow.
"What took so long?"
"Shut up and drive."
"Look all 'cuz-"
"Chris on life if you don't shut the fuck up and take me home."
He was quiet for a moment then pulled off. He knows not to mess with me when I get in this mood, I don't know why he being stupid. Better act like he know. I looked out of the window, trees usually calm me... When they're not bald. That's when it's just weird.
"Baby.." He said after a few moments.
I kept looking out of the window. "Yes?"
"I'm sorry."
I nodded slowly. I wasn't talking to either of them until they worked out whatever the hell bullshit they had going on.
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