6inch/Jay and Bey

🍷Seven

Downtown, Louisiana
On the street
May 2, 1975
3:01 am

Beyoncé roamed around Louisiana. Crying and lonely, she began to have flashbacks of Shawn. She rubbed her arms as she kept watch of the folks outside. You mainly saw prostitutes, drug dealers, pimps. Plus, some folks trying to get home.

She didn't want to be noticed because if she was, those men would have her neck. She tried to keep a low profile. Especially at this time of night. She just walked around really and didn't want to be noticed. The one person she knew that could make her smile was Shawn. Yet the person that could make her frown was Shawn.

But you have ups and downs right?

Not to Beyoncé, she wanted to make sure that no one knew anything. And that she knew that they were talking about Shawn and her like a dog up there in the Bronx. She wasn't gonna do anything stupid.

Then she turned down an alley. Crash. Something fell behind her. She flipped in a small circle and began to turn around. She began to walk faster. Then out of no where 4 dudes came out in 4 different directions.

"Well you look mighty lost ma'am, need some help?" One of them walked, slowly towards her.

"No thank you, I'm just trying to cut through please leave me alone." Beyoncé said, trying to move, realizing 2 others were in front of her. She panicked and slightly chuckled. "What do you want?" She asked.

"We just want to see what your wearing underneath that coat." The one from in front of her came closer. He touched her hip. Beyoncé slapped it.

"Step off." She said. He did it again. She slapped him in his face." I said step off!"

He slapped her even harder, she fell back on some garbage. He began to loosen his pants. "Hold her down." He demanded his other friends.

"No please, help!" She yelled. "HELP!"

She heard someone, coming around the corner. Then this person just started popping a gun down the alley. Hitting the one that tried to rape Bey in his side.

"Get y'all asses out of here!" The man yelled. His voice sounded familiar to Bey. The other man jumped up and dashed, helping their wounded friend. He popped the gun again to make sure they didn't come back." I'm sorry miss are you okay?" He asked, helping her up.

"Yeah I'm fine just got a a little scratch." She slowed the word scratch down, realizing who the man was. "Shawn?" She asked.

"Beyoncé?" He asked. He was almost about to cry. The woman he still loved was out here like this? Doing this? "What are you doing out here-?"

"Save it." Beyoncé quickly cut him off by walking away.

"Beyoncé stop, can I just talk to you?" He asked.

"For what? I don't have anything to say to you," Beyoncé turned around, expressing her feelings.

"Well I have something to say to you..."Jay said.

"Say it so me and my son can go about our business..."Beyoncé put her hand on her hip.

"I just wanna say I'm sorry, I love you and I didn't mean to hurt you, I don't know what was wrong with me, I miss you and Tyrone and I promise you I did, I still do, Beyoncé I miss you." He came closer. Beyoncé pushed him away.

"...Do you honestly think I'll take your ass back after 6 years of freedom, in that case, Abraham Lincoln shouldn't have caught the bullet." Beyoncé walked away. Shawn stood there with his hands in his pockets.