September 23, 2017
Miami, Florida
1:37 PM
Beyoncé Giselle Knowles:
I stared at Summer as she sat in my lap. The fact that she wasn't wrong, I haven't been being honest either. But what happened then, I could only dare to speak of it, no matter how much I want to let it out.
"Am I wrong?" She asked, interrupting my thoughts. I shook my head, looking away.
"No.. But... It's just hard to talk about what happened." I said, memories of that night rushing back.
"Bey I'm your best friend... You can talk to me about anything."
I shook my head and leaned back, making my face expressionless once again.
"No, don't shut me out." She put her hands on either side of my face and rested her forehead against mine. "Please."
I was about to speak, but I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, so I remained quiet. Summer didn't bother to move, but I know she heard them too.
"Aye Yoncé I'm bout ta'..." He stopped talking. I didn't want to look at him, I didn't want to know what he was thinking.
"Da hell is dis?" He sounded mad.
"I do this whenever I want to know something... It's a best friend thing, happens all the time." Summer said. Lies. Why was it so easy for her to lie?
Aug was quiet for a moment. "Baybeh, ya ok?"
I looked at him and nodded putting on a fake smile. "I'm fine hun... What were you saying?"
"Oh, Ima chill at Chris's. I just got off da phone wit' him. Ima be back iight."
"Okay be safe."
"I will." He said before leaving. I sighed, it shouldn't be that easy to put on a smile. Summer wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me close.
"What happened to the Beyoncé before Chris came in earlier? You had so much more confidence and determination... Now you're just, there." She mumbled in my ear.
"She's not here right now..." I sniffed and waited a few moments. "I-it was..."
"Don't rush it babe... Just know I'm here for you." She stroked my hair gently. I took a deep, shaky breath.
"It happened that night we all had a double engagement celebration..."
Warning: this may or may not have triggering, read on if you're mentally prepared for shit, if not, I'll tell you when to stop reading and summarize it.
3 years earlier
"Aye where da shots at!?" August yelled over the music.
"I'm makin' em nigga holup!" Chris yelled while prepping the shots. Me and Summer were getting hype and twerking to music on one end of the room, but somehow she tripped over air and bust her ass.
"Bitch hoowww? How did you manage?" I fell over, I was laughing so hard.
"Shut up. I was trynna do a split on da dick!" She said, sounding ghetto. There she go.
"You can't do a split on da dick!" I mocked. She flipped me off and got up off the floor.
"Who got da shot shots shots? I got da shots shots shots!" Chris shouted. We both ran over to the counter and sat in the chairs, ready to get drunk. We all could handle our liquor, but since tonight was one night to remember, we might not.
"Chris whatcho yellow ass come up with in here?" I asked play mushing his head.
"Bey, you gone get enough of callin' me yellow ya butterscotch lookin' ass." We laughed, his stupid ass. "This the shit dat only bartenders be makin'."
"Dat good shit?" August asked.
"Dat gold shit nigga." Chris replied.
"Well let's take the shots then the hell are we waiting for?" Summer asked. I smiled and held my shot glass up.
"Cheers.. To friendship, engagement, and everlasting memories." I said. We all clinked our shot glasses, and before I drank mine, I heard Chris speak.
"Yup, everlasting memories."
"Huh?" I asked.
"I was sayin' this was gone be a night to remember." Then he took his shot. I shrugged it off and took mine, immediately tasting something off.
"Who's shit, the hell is in this?" I looked at Chris.
"Just a lil sumn special." He smirked. My visions started getting blurry, then I heard a faint thump to my left. I looked over and saw Summer laid out on the floor. I heard another thump to my right, I looked over, August was on the floor. Before I could even form another thought, darkness took me into its arms, and I let it.
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I woke up, vision less blurry, and looked around. A light was on, but the room I was in was quiet. I don't remember moving. Actually I don't remember anything. I started to sit up, but was stopped by restraints.
"What the hell? August! Summer! Chris!" I shouted.
"Oh, you up." A deep voice said.
"Chris?" I sat up and noticed for one, I have no clothes on except a bra and panties. Two, he got up from a chair in an unknown corner. When was he even there?
"The one and only." He walked up to me with... A whip? The fuckery?
"W-what're you doing with that?" I started pulling at the ropes.
"Just havin' a lil fun." He hit my leg with the whip. I yelped. My bare leg. That fucking hurt.
"Stop what the hell! Let me out, where's August?"
"Shut up before I beat yo ass." I closed my mouth, I didn't even want to take the chance of him hitting me, I've seen him and August fight, that shit wasn't pretty.
"Now. Do you know whatcha here for?"
"Well I don't know where I am dip shit."
"Aw, how dontcha know where my room is? It should be obvious."
"Well it's fucking not." I started pulling at the rope again. He hit my stomach this time. I yelled, I don't like pain man.
"You see dat there? We using dat tonight." Chris pointed to something. I turned and saw... A camera?
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Y'all gone hate me forever after this man, but when I finish, it'll be chapter 16.
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