As Beyonce continued to cry in my arms, I felt tears whelmin in my eyes. I had never seen her this vulnerable and it was so attractive. If she could remain this way all the time, I would love to get to know her. She stopped for a moment to let Joi wipe her face and we both sat there lookin at her as she tried to lift her arm to take the tissue but scrunched up her face in a lil pain. "I got it baby, ur okay," Joi said wipin off the tears. I wiped the trail from tears that left from my eyes. She looked at me and smiled.
"I hate for ya'll to see me like this. U probably think I'm crazy after everythin I've done. I don't deserve to even be here."
"Don't say shit like that. Ur here for a reason, u just need to figure out why," I said movin her hair back from her face. "We really care about u gurl. U need to stamp that in your brain. Whatever u've been thru before us is somethin not on our level. With ain't with that bs." She looked at me like she was checkin to see if I was serious or not and that wasn't necessary because I was very concerned about her well bein.
"I know I blamed u for this Shawn but I know it's my fault I'm here-"
"Look we won't go down that road. What happened is in the past. We gotta work on the future, gettin u outta that prison. I bet u'on think u hot shit now."
"Shawn," Joi said slappin my arm.
"What. I'm just bein honest with her. Ain't nobody else gone do it. It's all love."
"And I appreciate that. I don't think I'm hot. Watchin that blood gush from my body made me think twice about bein Miss Bold B!tch," she said makin us laugh.
Before we could talk anymore, a few officer came down with that same white man that was goin to give Beyonce another chance but she turned it down. "Well hello there," he said pullin up his pants. He was dressed just like the white kernel on the KFC commercials. We ignored his presence until he started talkin some sense. "I wanted to come down and check on u Bianca-"
"Her name is Beyonce, man," I said standin up and facin him. He knew what her name was. He was tryin to be funny in his own little way and it was about to get me locked up some where.
"I apologize, Beyonce. Miss Beyonce. I know that u got stabbed and what not and the girl that did it will be charged. Now is this the same girl that u got to fightin with?"
"U got to fightin," Joi said lookin at her and she shook her head yes.
"She attacked me and I defended myself."
"Right," the man said continuin. "Well I talked with your judge that u had and she is suppose to be changin ur sentence. I don't mind givin u another shot at takin those classes with some restrictions but u have to attend those classes."
"She will," I said answerin for her. She didn't need to say anythin. I was gone make sure she did everythin she could to get her life together.
"Well if that's all then, I'll be sendin some papers up here for u to sign and report to court. It was a pleasure," he said tippin his hat and leaving with his guards. I shook my head and sat back down. There was somethin about that man that I didn't like and I wouldn't be surprised to find out that he had somethin to do with Beyonce bein hurt. He seemed dirty to me. It was so easy for him to say okay u free. But it didn't matter, whatever would be best for her.
"So...u gone come stay with me right," Joi said gettin down to the bottom of everythin. We had been talkin on the way over here and Joi really wanted Beyonce to come and live with her cause she knew that she could help her get herself right.
