|| Complications || Beyoncé & Summerella

Chapter 44

Christopher Maurice Brown

"I'm glad to know I'm still at a point of relevance even after all these years... nice ta' see you Taraji." I smiled at her genuinely. I actually missed Taraji, she's the reason why Summer and I have stuck together for so long, even after all of this time. I know Summer hates me though, so I owe her a lotta gratitude.

"Nice to see you too Chris.. I hear you've been being a little shit lately buddy." She smiled back, I chuckled.

"Yeah... I guess you could say dat.. nut only 'cuz I'm just a young, lovestruck ass ni-"

"Man shut yo gay ass up!" Bey and her cousin.. what's that nigga name.. Trey? Bitch ass. They said it at da same time.

"Fucķ y'all!" I yelled. Trey started to get up but somebody reached across the table then stood up themselves. I raised an eyebrow at da unknown person then raised my eyebrows once I saw his face.

"Franklin."

"Christopher Maurice Brown.." he said.

"Before y'all go into this stand off, what is it that I need to do to get this nigga in jail?" Bey asked.

"Well that's not nice baby..." I trailed, causing Bey to clench her jaw.

"Chris-"

"Fucķ this." I heard, before hearing a loud noise.

Skylar Henson (Summer Boissiere)

I didn't think I would manage to do it so fast, but I stood up and snatched the fork off of the table, jumped directly over the chair Taraji was sitting in, and stabbed Chris dead in his neck. Bitch, I pressed hard.

"Fuck!" Chris screamed, trying to get the fork I lodged in his neck out, punching me in my face, again, in the process. It was the temple too, so My ass is kinda dizzy, but I won't admit it. Like, my face just gets no love lately.. just for that, I pressed it just a smidge deeper before stumbling up and stepping back a few tile squares.

"Sky what the hell!?" Taraji yelled as people began to yell and frantically make their way to the exits of the restaurant. Pussies. Made my damn head hurt.. I wonder how many of them called the police. Anyway...

"Get me an ice pack.. and Chris, if you wanna see another day, I wouldn't recommend moving that fork..." I said. He attempted to speak, but nothing came out as he only looked like a fish out of water while he choked. So much for me just publicly humiliating him.. now he's just gonna die.

"Skylar..." Franklin started, but I held my hand up, indicating for him to shut the hell up.

"Call the ambulance. And your buddies from the police station. I hit a vital sign so one wrong move and he won't last. As for me, throw me in that fucking jail cell and when the time comes, I'm singing like a fucking canary. Got it?" Only then did I turn my head to glare at him, his facial expression still showed shock, but he regained his composure and nodded, taking out his phone. I almost had half a mind to walk over and stomp that fucking fork even deeper into his throat, I mean, he can't do anything because he knows where I hit him, and he knows that if he doesn't remain calm, that'll only make his situation worse... so instead, I decided I would finish him off.

Walking toward Chris slowly, I had a deadly gaze in my eyes, I'm sure at this point I didn't even look the same. Im assuming Bey saw my motives before I could manage to get close enough to this man, because before I knew it, her arms were wrapped around me tightly from behind. I only knew it was her, because I personally love her from-behind hugs.