"I realized that when I looked through her real eyes.. all she ever told me was real lies."
Complications.
They're obviously complicated.
Deceit, lies, and love give people one hell of a run for their money.
It didn't think twice when it brought S...
October 4, 2017 Miami, Florida 4:oo PM Summer Boissiere:
I jolted out of my sleep immediately screaming Beyoncé's name, looking around at my surroundings. There wasn't much to look at, it was dark and I had no idea where the fuck I was at.
Bey's house dumbass.
Right.. It's been a week since Bey found out about these.. plans.. and within that week she's been avoiding me like hell. Ion blame her, but shit like this makes my heart hurt... and I'm so fuckin' confused...
It's your fault Summer.
There this bitch goes again.. yo fucķ off inner conscience. I know what the fuck I did.
Then you know you'll never gain her trust again, let alone get her back.
Yeah whatever bitch, I'm done talking to you. Great, talking to myself. Totally not crazy. I felt around on what I realized was a bed for my phone and grabbed it, checking to see if I had any messages.
None from Beyoncé, several from Chris.
I decided to open the Chris's bitch ass messages.
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I rolled my eyes after reading his messages, nigga better calm down and be happy if I even think about texting his ass at all. Just as I was about to text Bey, my phone started ringing. And guess who the fuck it was.
Nah not Chris..
Definitely not Bey.
It was Franklin.
I sighed before answering. "Hello.."
"Hey Summer, haven't heard from you in a while."
"Yeah, I know." I wanted to keep it like that.
"I was just wondering if you had any... information on Christopher Brown." He spoke. I stared at nothing as I contemplated throwing his ass under the bus for what he did. But.. Ion wanna go to jail. 'Cuz I know I fucķed up too. And knowing Chris, he'll throw me under the bus hella quick then beat my ass afterward.
"Hello?"
"Y-Yeah... I'm still here..."
"Oh.. did you hear me?"
"I heard you Frank.. and um.. I have a lot I haven't told you that I should've."
"About?"
"Chris.. and myself.."
"Um?" He said, as if he were silently trying to get me to continue.
"I'd rather not say it over the phone.. ion know who tapped into this shit... Can we meet up somewhere?"
"Uh yeah.. uh.. where?"
"Zuma."
"You sure you're not just trynna get some Asian food outta me?" He asked with a nervous chuckle. I shook my head as if he could see me.
