|| Complications || Beyoncé & Summerella

Chapter 40

September 27, 2017
Miami, Florida
1:59 PM
Beyoncé Giselle Knowles:

"Fuckin' lying ass bitch." I gritted, clenching Summer's phone in my fist as I marched back upstairs. Swinging open the door to the room she was in, I beamed her phone at her; that shit landed right on her nose, and I swear I heard a crunch.

"OW! What The Fuck!?" She yelled, eyes opening wider than saucers, her hands instantaneously flying to comfort her nose. She then looked at me and glared, tears of agony threatening to escape the brim of her eye lids.

"Beyoncé, What In The Fuck Is Wrong With You!?" She screamed.

"Oh I don't fucking know, you tell me you scheming ass bitch!" I tried to remain monotone, but my voice raised toward the end of my sentence.

"What do you mean?" She asked, sounding semi-muffled from the way her hands cupped her face.

"You played me like a- like a fucking grand piano, Summer!" I began to tear up, thinking about how much I fell for her stupid ass, and she gone do me like this.

"Calm down, you not Nicki Minaj. But how in the fuck did I play you? When did I have time to play you? You just fucķed me unconscious for fucks sake!" She exclaimed, sitting up.

"Only so I could figure out one thing. You. Played. Me. You and Christopher stupid ass.. Is that why you haven't turned him in to that cop yet? What's his name, Franklin? Is it because you don't want your own cover blown too!?"

"What the hell are you talking about? Me and you both know how I feel about Christopher skeletal system face ass."

"Oh really? Because those text messages say otherwise!" I gritted. She narrowed her eyes at me.

"Fucķ were you going through my phone for?"

"'Cuz I knew your conniving ass was lying when you tried to cover up that whole 'revenge' scenario! But any person with common sense would know that if someone feels suspected about some shit that they did, they'll try to delete the evidence!"

"What fucking evidence Bey?"

"Check your messages." I urged. She rolled her eyes and moved one of her hands from her nose, seeing it was covered in blood.

"Fucķ." She whispered. I kind of felt bad, because at the end of the day, I still care about her stupid ass, so I guess I'll help her out. Going in the bathroom, I wet a face towel, squeezed it out a bit, then came back out and sat in front of Summer.

"Move your hand." I commanded. Summer reluctantly moved her hand and I saw that her nose wasn't really broken, but just severely bruised. I sighed putting the towel up to her nose and applied a little pressure.

"Thank you." She mumbled.

I shrugged. "Read."

She opened her phone and scrolled to the top of the messages, her eyes squinting at some moments, and widening at others. Like she didn't know what the fuck she said to him.

"Your plan was working for quite a while.." I spoke up after a moment.

She nodded. "It was.. but then I fell off track."

"You fell off track huh?"

"Yes.. I ended up doing specifically What I was told not to do."

"You were never good at following directions Summer.."

She shrugged. "Things carry on."

I moved the towel. "Why would you betray me like this?"

"I didn't.. Bey I'm sorry things had to end up like this. I lo-"