Scorned

Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter 22

Beyoncé paced her living room floor at the fact that her sister was sleeping with Ryan. She couldn't have that at all at this point. She was still battling with telling Giselle about Ryan, but she also needed to make sure of her threat against Ryan. She promised to bury him under a jail if he got too close to Giselle again, and he was obviously trying to call her bluff in the worst way.

"Ms. Beyoncé," Ebony called out softly, not wanting to disrupt Beyoncé in anything she was doing. Taking Ebony from Shawn had turned out to be a win-win situation for Beyoncé. She had been so determined to get the woman out of Shawn's house, because she wanted to make Shawn self efficient. It was also another win, because Ebony already was fond of Gabrielle.

"Yes ma'am?" Beyoncé replied, stopping her stride midway.

Ebony laughed a bit. "I'm sorry to interrupt your pacing, but I just wanted you to know that I finally got her sleep. All the sugar made it tougher."

Beyoncé sighed about that. It was Gabrielle's sixth birthday today. The girl had the best party ever, because Beyoncé wasn't stopping at some normal party. She'd seen several interpretations of a Frozen party, and had to top them all. "Thank you, but is it possible for you to stay a bit longer? I have to go meet someone."

Ebony never asked Beyoncé questions. She was paying her generously to do a job that she loved. Taking care of someone, especially a child, was something that Ebony loved to do. Gabrielle was a bright girl to her, and she was always fascinated by the things she knew. Ebony wasn't with her all day, because Gabrielle opted to go to summer camp.

Beyoncé grabbed her Timberland boots and put them on her feet. They were a gift from Shawn that she actually accepted, thinking she would never wear them a day in her life. She was a heels girl, but tonight, she felt like she would need them.  She grabbed her keys and went straight to Giselle's old house and sat on the steps, waiting for Ryan.

She didn't have to wait too long for him to show up. "You gangsta?" He asked her as he approached cautiously. He didn't know what her intentions were, and he'd always thought Beyoncé wanted to kill him.

Beyoncé jumped up the minute he got too close to her. "Maybe you missed my fucking memo when I told you to stay the fuck away from my sister, but I damn sure am about to refresh your memory."

"How, Beyoncé?"

"You're going to jail for rape you sick bastard!"

"Really? How are we going to prove that accusation, huh? By the paternity of your daughter?"

"That's the biggest way, you dumbass."

Ryan laughed softly. "You forget who I am, Beyoncé? Remember my father? The judge? Remember all those powerful men I've shaken hands with?"

Beyoncé narrowed her eyes at him. "Say what the fuck you mean."

"Fine. See, the first time I tried to take her, it was your warning. This time? I can have all those people make sure that I get her taken from you."

Beyoncé laughed a bit and waved him off. "You think I'm scared of a bunch of old white men that jack off to my pictures? Your father wants me, too. Kiss my ass with that threat. Your dad or those men can't save your ass from going to jail."

"For what?"

"Rape," Beyoncé answered quickly.

"Beyoncé, I never raped you," Ryan told her. "You're telling this story to cover up the truth of what is actually going on to save your ass. You think everyone suddenly forgot the truth, but I didn't. I remember the argument between you and Giselle just a week before that Halloween night. The argument where Giselle ridiculed you for showing your body and she asked you what your body could get you in this world. She hurt you, and everyone saw it."