|| Complications || Beyoncé & Summerella

Chapter 16

September 23, 2017
Miami, Florida
2:21 PM
Summer Boissiere:

Long messed up chapters short, on the night of the double engagement parties, Chris drugged everyone and made Summer and Bey make a sex tape under influence.

"Bey stop." I wiped more of her tears. She was crying so hard it was ridiculous. I made sure to keep her close to me as she told the story.

I can't believe Christopher did this so long ago, and he can turn around and act like the most innocent man in the world. The bastard, he gone get his, Karma's a bitch, and I'm that bitch.

"How do you manage to even remember all of this.. I don't remember anything and I'm sure August doesn't... Speaking of, where was he."

She sniffed and laid back on my breast pillows. "He was in the room, tied up, so when he woke up he could watch it directly off of the tape... And I didn't remember at first. H-he showed me the video. H-he told me everything he did before a-and after, drugging us the whole time, lying about what happened.." She took a deep breath and stopped talking, I'm assuming to get herself together and not cry.

"Bey don't talk about it any more, I shouldn't have made you say anything I'm so sorry." I was well on the verge of tears, but I had to try my very best to stay strong for Beyoncé.

"It's fine.. I needed to get it out.. Plus now you know why I've been," she paused then chuckled, "why I've been so gay toward you lately."

I chuckled slightly and nodded. "Yeah...You're right."

She sat up and looked at me with a slight smile. "Thanks."

"For what?" I raised an eyebrow.

"For being here for me."

"You know I'm here, regardless of if we're going through something. Okay?" I asked, holding her face between my hands.

"Okay." It was quiet for a moment after that. We were just staring at each other, but it wasn't awkward. We were just there.

The front door barged open. "So ya been cheatin' on me?! And why da fuck is she still on ya? Y'all got some shit goin' on ta'?" August yelled. I only shook my head.

"August, shut the fuck up, worry about your insecurities later. Bey's going through shit right now."

"Man fuck ha! If she was she'd come ta' me, not yo two faced ass!" I stayed quiet for a bit, letting the dots connect in my head.

"How about you go back over baby Chris's house and go dick ride his ass for more false information, when you learn some sense, bring your ass back."

"Ein dick ridin' betta get dat shit down..." He started saying other things, but I just zoned him out and looked at Bey. She looked like she wanted to go to sleep, but she's far too confused and alert now. August grabbed my shoulder and started pulling me off of Bey, so I hit a Yoncé. I grabbed one of her hard ass pillows and hit him dead in the face with it. Aug stumbled back and touched his face, as if he were trying to figure out what happened.

"Wanna try that shit again August? 'Cuz next time it'll be a fist."

"Chris was right, yo ass do need an assewhoopin'."

"Nigga you need an assewhoopin, hurry up and get your memories back!"

He walked out of the house slamming the door, I'm assuming to go be a dumbass again. I got off of Beyoncé's lap.

"No come back." She grabbed my arm. "Please."

"I'm coming back babes I just need to go to the bathroom." She nodded and I went in the bathroom, handled my business, and came out going straight to her room. I went under her bed and pulled out a bag. Unzipping it, there laid Hotsauce in all of its glory. I took it out carefully and went back to where Bey was, propping it beside us. I got back to straddling her caressed her cheek with my thumb.

"It's gonna be okay."

"I know... But why is Hotsauce out here?"

"Just in case they come here trynna start some shit." I smiled. She smiled and yawned.

"Smart..."

"Bey go to sleep, I'll still be here when you wake up."

"Promise?" She had a little kid voice by now.

"I promise." I kissed her lips. "Now get some rest."

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