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Jay

"Oh, you up now?" I asked, staring at Beyoncé's back. She was standing by the window in our– her bedroom with her arms wrapped around her body. She didn't react to the sound of my voice, but I didn't expect her to. I'm sure she knew I was coming.

"You can't hear now?" I moved closer to Beyoncé and tried to keep my cool. I knew Bey would struggle with this miscarriage, but I didn't expect it to be this extreme. I didn't expect depression. I expected her to be sad, but nothing like this. I had no idea how to handle it. Every attempt I made failed with her.

On top of dealing with Beyoncé, I've been trying to look into Goldie's death, cause I had a feeling it was connected to Gina. She must've heard that we were looking for her, and I don't know how, but she had my boy killed. I've been trying to figure out who she has working with her, and if they're a potential threat for my family. I've spoken with some of Goldie's boys, some friends of mine from back in the day, and we've been working together on the low. I just want Gina's ass gone, dead or alive at this point. I'm tired of chasing her like a damn mouse, she thinks this shit is a game.

But anyway, back to Beyoncé. I've tried doing everything I can to help her, but she won't allow it. I've tried. I've had her kick at me and scream at me and fight me, but I haven't given up on her yet. I don't know how much longer I can do this though. If she doesn't get her shit together soon then....

"Beyoncé." I raised my voice and grabbed her arm, forcefully turning her around. Beyoncé stepped away from me and narrowed her eyes. I looked into them, sighing. One thing I missed was Beyoncé's beautiful, soulful eyes. Now they're dark and empty.

"Shawn." Beyoncé replied harshly. "What do you want?"

"Don't give me that shit, Bey. I'm done playing games with you. We need to talk, right now." I said lowly. I wasn't compromising on shit, we were about to get this sorted out. "Are you going to get you shit together now, or am I gonna have to take the girls and leave?"

Beyoncé didn't seem fazed. "Leave if you want, Jay. But you're not taking my children with you."

"Really?" I laughed and shook my head. She really has lost her mind. "You haven't done shit for them over the past month, Beyoncé. You haven't done shit! I will take your ass to court and get full custody if I have to, but they won't be staying with you if I'm gone."

Beyoncé frowned and I gave myself a pat on the back. She was reacting, which meant I was hitting some nerves. Good. That's what I wanted. "You can't do that." Beyoncé whispered. I laughed again, this time more bitterly.

"Can't I? Neither of them want to be with you, your own mother thinks you're unfit at this point. Mathew thinks I should take them to California with me and leave your ass here." I stated. I saw tears forming in Beyoncé's eyes and sighed, shaking my head. I wasn't going to let the crying act get to me today. She needed a reality check, and I was ready to give it to her. "I don't know what's going on with you, but we need to do something about it. You can either work with me and start trying to heal properly, or I'm leaving, and so are the girls, then you'll be left alone. I'm not going to stay in this apartment anymore and watch you waste your life away. It's not good for me, and it's not good for the kids to see. All they want is their mama to take care of them, and you can't even do that. You realize how sad that is?"

Beyoncé remained silent, not reacting to anything I've said in the least. I felt myself getting angry and I clenched my fists.