6inch/Jay and Bey

🍷Prologue

December 25, 1968
6:05 am

Christmas Day. Snowflakes are falling. Snow all down the street. Frost resting within the windows. An angel on the top of the tree. Lights rub against its dullness. Adding beauty to its ugliness. Early dawn it still lays. In the Bronx, A chuckling, excited 4 year old jumped out of bed to get to his mom.

Running, Banging on the door to his mom's room, A young, sleepy woman awoke. She rubbed her eyes and got up.

"Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy," The young woman, Beyoncé Knowles Carter , walked slowly to her room door. She opened it, seeing her jumping 4 year old.

"Oh my Lord, Tyrone what time is it?" She asked.

"No time, mommy, c'mon it's Christmas mourning." He said in a clear voice. Beyoncé chuckled as she followed her running child down the hallway.

He quickly went to the Christmas tree, seeing a few presents. "Mommy look at all the presents Jesus left me." Tyrone fell down on his knees and began ripping. Instead of saying, Santa, he says Jesus. His mom has always taught him that God provides you with what you want and need. So he believes that God brings him presents every year.

Beyoncé began to look around and realized that, her husband wasn't there. He has only been to one Christmas. Not any others. It's the 3rd one he's missed. Beyoncé frowned as she helped her 4 year old open his presents.

This time she was cooking. She made pumpkin pie, pound cake, bread pudding, pineapple chicken, fried chicken, mash potatoes, corn on the cob, and some fruit punch.

She put all the food out on the table. She took the oven mitts off, as she watched her 4 year old play with his action figures. She smiled and walked closer to him.

"Sweetheart?" Beyoncé called.

"Yes ma'am," He responded.

"Go wash your hands, it's time to eat." Beyoncé went to the kitchen sink to wash her hands. Tyrone jumped up in a flash and in a hurry to wash his hands.

They came back to the table. They sat down and prayed. Beyoncé fixed his plate and they began to eat.

"Mommy?" Tyrone called.

"Yes baby," Beyoncé flipped her bouncy hair.

"Where's daddy?" He asked.

Beyoncé grew a little teary eyed and angry at the thought." I don't know, but he'll be back..." She said. Tyrone looked up. "I promise."

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10:37 pm

Tyrone sound asleep. Beyoncé sitting up looking at TV. Hearing the news. As Beyoncé sat there watching TV, she heard the front door beginning to open. The sound of the keys clicking against the door.

Beyoncé knew who it was and was ready to go off. Her husband, Shawn Carter, walked in. Laughing his head off, he took off his coat and his cap, and placed them on the rack.

Beyoncé turned the TV off and looked at him. She turned the lamp on as Shawn closed the door. She looked at him.

The fear that sat in her eyes, yet the hate that swan in her veins, went 12 ft deep.

Shawn went to the refrigerator and grabbed a can of beer. He cracked it open and sat down in his lounging chair. Beyoncé looked at him with constant hate.

"Shawn where were you?" Beyoncé asked. Shawn looked at her and ignored her." Shawn where were you?" She raised her voice.

"None of your damn business, stay in your place bitch." He stood up and began to go in the room.

"Don't you call me out of my name?!"She yelled. He slapped her.

"Who do you think you're talking to?" He asked. He gripped her by her throat. "Who do you think you're talking to?" He raised his voice. He looked at Beyoncé's appearance and bit his lip. He grew a little hard below the waist. He pushed her on the couch." Take your clothes off." He demanded.

Beyoncé knew if she didn't listen she would have to deal with much worse. That's how she got her son.

Beyoncé took off her robe, revealing her night gown. Then she pulled her night gown off, revealing her non-covered breast and panties.

He grabbed one of her boobs and kissed it. Then roughly flipped her over and unzipped himself. He moved her panties aside and entered her. Unwillingly, Beyoncé didn't enjoy this, she just wanted to leave. This wasn't a good life for her nor her child. It wasn't healthy.

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December 29, 1968
5:45 pm

Beyoncé had her and Tyrones bags packed. Jay has been gone for 2 days and hasn't came back. So this is the chance she took. She even wrote a letter for him.

Once she has the bags good and packed. She got on a bus, since Jay had their car. Beyoncé held onto Tyrone's hand tight. Same as their belongings. She kissed his forehead as he looked out the window.

They finally got to the bus station and looked for a bus ticket to Louisiana. Really 2 of them.

Once she got them, she waited for the bus. It took a minute. So before it got there. Beyoncé called her sister. Solange. She didn't answer though.

"Solange, it's Beyoncé, we're going to stay with you for a minute, I had an argument with Shawn, and better yet, I got fed up with his shit, so Tyrone and I are coming, we'll be there in a few days, bye love you."Beyoncé said and hung up.

The bus came and Beyoncé left.

All she did was look out the window. She was eating an apple she brought. She brought enough food, to last 2 weeks. Tyrone laid down. Beyoncé slipped a cover over him.

She knew Shawn was gonna be upset and set out to look for her but, she didn't feel frightened at first, not at all.

Beyoncé didn't sleep. She really just watched and looked out the window. They were gonna be going for 4 to 5 days, might as well stayed woke.

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Well how do y'all feel so far about this book. This is a very sad way to start huh?

-How is it so far?

-Do y'all like the time line?

-Isn't this pitiful?

-What will happened next?

✌️❤️Peace and Love✌️❤️.....