Complicated : (2014)✔️

Chpt. 9

Shawn's p.o.v.

I never went back home. I spent my whole day taking care of Beyonce. I massaged her, clean her house, cook for her, washed her. I even fixed her hair. When I washed her she hissed every second, so I tried to not rub hard. I left her to sleep. I called my wife again. She didn't answer. I called Trey he didnt answer. What the fuck is this!? I walked in Beyonce's room and looked at her. I turned on her head piece and turned mines off..

"Beyonce." I whispered to her.

She opened her eyes.

"I'll be back." I was about to leave but she pulled my shirt and shook her head fast.

"No, dont leave me here please." she whispered. I sat next to her.

"Nothing is going to hurt you." I told her

"Dont leave me."

"Come with me, I told her."

She hesitated for a while but then she tried to stand but she couldn't I lifted her up and walked to the door. I got her bedroom slippers and placed them on her feet. I closed and locked her door and I walked to my car. I placed her in the passengers seat and got in.

"Where we going?" she mumbled, then groaned in pain.

I rubbed her back.

"My house."

She looked at me like I was crazy but then she sat back in her seat. I parked the car since our houses aren't so far.

"Stay here." I told her.

She shook her head. "Dont leave me here."

I sighed and then opened her door, I picked her up and climbed up my steps. I turned the door knob and rested Beyonce on my couch. I ran upstairs.

"KATIE!?, KAAATIE!?" No answer. I went to our room and no one was there. I then walked back down the stairs.

"Call Trey." I told Beyonce. She tried to push her hand in her pocket but failed. I sighed

"Never mind dont do anything. I got this."

She nodded and sat back. I dialed Trey's number. It went straight to his voicemail. Oh, so his phone is off. I pushed my phone in my pocket and picked Beyonce up. She groaned and I walked out I slammed the door behind me and placed Beyonce in the car I hopped in my seat and drove straight to Trey's house. Beyonce layed back in the seat and I streched my hands to her thighs and patted it. She held my hand and rubbed my hand on her thighs. I could tell that it was comforting her. But I speeded towards his home as I reached I took my hand off Beyonce. Knowing she would wanna stay in the car I picked her up and walked to his door. I wasnt that retarded to knock on the damn door. I tried to see if it was open it wasnt. I groaned in anger. Beyonce lifted her hand a little bit and took out a hairpin and gave it to me. She haven't said much since I saw her on the floor but I know she understand what happened. I picked the door but it didnt open. I picked it with one hand and the other holding Beyonce. It still didnt open. Beyonce took the hair pin from me and placed it in her mouth. She bent it and gave it back to me. I started picking it again and luckily it opened. I rushed into the house and I couldnt believe the shit I saw. Beyonce gasped and I placed her on the floor. Katie looked at me with lust in her eyes as I saw Trey slowly thrusting into her I walked up to Trey and punched him in the jaw. I picked Katie up. I almost dear slapped her. Beyonce limped behind me. Katie bit her bottom lip and I stared at her.

"This the shit you be doing? Fucking my damn coworker? You wanna be a fucking prostitute or nah? You a fucking hoe. I dont want you no more. Fuck with him. I dont give a damn about your un faithful ass." Tears shot down her face.

"Oh so you crying now!? Now you wanna fucking cry!? You wasnt crying when you was fucking him." I continued.

Katie glanced at Beyonce. Before I knew it She swung after her. Beyonce leaped on her knowing she was in pain. She punched her in her jaw and then pinned her down.

"Dont fucking touch me." Beyonce's cracked up voice said. Katie hopped on Beyonce and pinned her down she started punching her chest. I pulled Katie away and I saw Trey pull Beyonce away. Beyonce got loose from Trey and boxed Katie in her eye. I looked at Beyonce with a "damn" expression.

"The fuck you touching me? Like im the one fucking another man. Bitch. You cant even stay to one man. and you wanna touch me for your fucked up problem!? You should be glad that Im here tryna help shit out! Im the one encouraging Shawn to stay with you. Without me your ass would have divorce papers in your mail but you know what. Fuck that, fuck you. Both of yall need to work this shit out on your OWN." Beyonce said with her voice going away.

Kaitie looked at her and Beyonce pinned her eyes at her. She punched Katie again.

"Okay Beyonce.. She had enough" Trey said.

I let go of Katie and faced Trey. I punched him again.

"Say shit and Imma make sure you die today!" I said. Beyonce punched him.

"You a hoe too. Both of yall hoes. Yall gotta problem!" she said.

Katie looked at her. "I aint the one fucking a married man."

I looked at Katie and Beyonce looked at her.

"What!? What the fuck you say!? I dont speak the language of bitch. You wanted buscuits!?" Beyonce said.

I laughed at that one.

"I aint fucking TWO MEN THOUGH WHEN IM MARRIED! YOU TRIFLING! BOTH OF YALL NEED FUCKING HELP!"

Beyonce looked at me. Then back at Katie. She then looked at Trey.

"You fucking her and you KNOW thats his damn wife." She gestured at me.

"You desperate nigga, tryna get to me then you fuck around with his wife!?.." She said.

She slapped him. "Think about it for a sec. Maybe this next slap will help you" She reached out to slap him again but I held her hand.

"Bey, its okay. It takes two to fuck around." I looked at Katie.

"Go home, pack your bags and get out." I picked Beyonce up and walked out of there.