Ms. Masochist

VII

She looked at herself in the mirror. Making sure she had carefully covered each bruise with makeup. She wouldn't worry about the ones below her neck since no one besides Shawn would see them. That's one of the consequences of being rough, the next day you look like someone beat you up. She sighed out, pulling her hair into a messy bun and throwing on a black, ribbed turtle neck and skinny jeans. After that she grabbed some black and gold Coach boots.

Taking one final look in the mirror, she walked out of the bathroom to find Shawn on the bed fully dressed. He smiled at her, happy with what she chose to wear. She looked so beautiful to him, he wanted to take her down there but he controlled himself and grabbed her gently by her waist. He kissed her lips and then followed her to his car.

These were the times he despised, when she had to leave. Maybe it was a good thing, because the longer she stayed around the more human he felt and it scared him. It took him no time to get to her house. It looked very beautiful from the outside.

"I'll see you later Bey,"

"Wait Jay, can you come back tonight?" she asked him, hoping he'd say yes.

"Alright, see ya then," he said as he sped off.

Beyonce begrudgingly walked to her door. Taraji's car was in the driveway right next to hers so she knew she was here. Hopefully she wouldn't question her. The moment she walked in Taraji was standing there in some sweats and her hair in a high ponytail. Her hand was on her hip, her right eyebrow raised high.

"Beyonce, you're going to tell me what's going on now!" she almost yelled.

"Chill T, he's my patient and my friend,"

"Beyonce, you're lying. He is way more than a friend so spill,"

She sucked her teeth, she hated when Taraji got like this. Demanding to know every single little detail of her life. Shawn was her secret, her amazing sweet secret so why should she share?

"Okay T, he's my patient and we kind of go out,"

Her jaw dropped and she shook her head.

"Beyonce, all I'm going to say is be careful, I don't want to see you hurt at all,"

"Taraji I'm going to hurt. He is going to hurt me, the same way I'm going to hurt him. You unknowingly hurt the ones you love all the time. The only difference is I'm willing to go through that with him, his good days out number his bad and I'm falling in love with him," she blurted out.

Beyonce never meant to reveal all of that and as soon as she said it she regretted it. Luckily, Taraji took the news well and gave her a warm smile.

"From the incident at the club he seems to really care about Bey,"

"I guess so," she said to Taraji.

"I know so, but I got to go meet Tyrese, I'll be back later,"

"Alright,"

When Taraji was gone Beyonce flopped down on the couch and grabbed her old photo album. The first picture that came up was one of her, Sade, and her little sister Solange. It was the summer they all went to Paris. Beyonce's parents were there on business so Sade took them to sight see. They were on the top of the Eiffel tower in this photo.

A warm feeling came over beyonce that was sadly fleeting. She missed the both of them so much. Why did they both have to die? No one would have ever thought they'd both get so sick at the same time. One minute they were both so healthy and then the next minute they were gone, and Beyonce was left alone with just her parents.

The memories became too much to handle so she closed the photo album and put it back where it belonged. She looked at the time, only an hour had passed. With Shawn gone, life was so dull. Beyonce had no clue what to do with herself or her time. Her other patients were still on hold because of the thing with Shawn and Taraji was always with Tyrese.