Beyonce's POV
Same Day...
4:34PM
As I watched Nicki leave the room, past thoughts flooded my mind of how I felt when I didn't have her to hold at night. I quickly raced down the stairs.
"Nicki wait!" I called out for her. She was just about to open the front door as her hand was placed on the doorknob and her back facing me. She stopped and her arm left the knob and dropped to her side. She turned around with red, watery eyes that probably matched mine.
"What Beyonce?" She asked lowly looking at the ground. I sniffed walking toward her until she put her hand up.
"No, stay right there, please." She begged. I continued to walk and try to opened my mouth to speak but she cut me off.
"I'm serious. This isn't the time to be defiant. Your aggressiveness not gon work this time bey. I was serious when I said I wanted a break and-
"But we just had a fucking break! Almost two fucking years! I don't think I can go through that again why can't you understand that? I love you and if I let you walk through that door that'll make me a coward.." My voice began to crack as I took a moment to try to recollect myself.
"How would that make you a coward Beyonce?" Nicki asked with folded arms.
"Because, I love you but I'm scared of you staying because I feel that I can't make you happy because I'm always doing shit to piss you off." I said talking with my hands as Nicki nodded her head to what I was saying.
"I can't let you leave, and I'm NOT missing the birth of this baby. If I can't control the fact of whether or not you stay or go, I want to at least be able to see my kid. I'm sorry for accusing you of something you didn't do. I'm sorry for not being perfect, I just...I love you-
Nicki's POV
"But that's the thing, I don't think I love you..." I said. I could see the hurt in Beyonce's face.
"What?" She asked barely above a whisper. I wiped my tears and watched new ones form in her eyes.
"I'm sorry bey, your not even good for me. I just don't see how I ever fell in love with you. You don't do shit but hurt me or get me involved in stuff I don't know about. Are you even sure that you love me?" I asked. Beyonce face harden.
"Are you fuckin serious right now asking me that dumb ass question? Do I love you? I changed because of you! Everything that changed about me was for you! I'm sorry I couldn't change all at one time but look at me, I grew up hating everybody and I killed hundreds of people and you could have been one of those hundreds but I decided not to because you were different. How you expect me to quit my whole lifestyle at the snap of a finger?" I asked.
" I don't expect you to change that fast, but I do expect you to show how much you love your family. When was the last time you told me you loved when we wasn't arguing? You always try to express yourself when you feel that you took shit too far or when I'm trying to leave you, face it. You don't love me, you just like the fact of having me around so you can tell me what to do and have sex. That's it!" I yelled.
"So you think I'm using you basically is what you tryna say?" Beyonce questioned. I nodded looking down.
"I'm using you? After sticking up for you, coming to get you, chasing after you, actually associating you and the word love in the same sentence, after taking my medication so you could feel more comfortable around me, after putting up with your emotional pregnant ass, after everything we've been through, you feel that I'm using you?" Beyonce questioned. I looked down. I knew she wasn't using me but I'm just mad. I love her but at the same time I hate her. I'm confused with my feelings and Beyonce's apologies always throws me off. She always try to make it seem like she came a long way for me but there's still things that she has yet to change about herself. I just don't see how we ever could work out married or even just together. We're two different people and we grew up totally different. She doesn't understand love. She only feels it. She knows when I leave she gets this feeling she doesn't like, like she feels depress, so she blamed it on love. Even though it is love, it might not be the kind of love I'm looking for. Beyonce's the type that doesn't appreciate shit till its gone and if I leave again it might just click in her brain that she needs to be more appreciative while I'm still here and not wishing she had been when I leave.
"Then you don't even trust me." I said. Beyonce only looked at me.
"As soon as I mentioned I was pregnant you already had it set in your head that the baby wasn't yours! You've been the only one I've had sex with and you automatically call me a hoe for what? I never gave you a reason to think I was cheating so what happened?" I asked angrily.
Beyonce only looked at me. Her eyes revealing her emotions as if what I had been saying to her after all these years had finally gotten into that thick skull of hers.
"I'm sorry..." Was all she could come up with. I scuffed with a slight chuckle shaking my head and opening the front door.
"You're sorry..... sorry isn't going to cut it this time." I said and left her to be alone as I closed the door.
Beyonce's POV
As I watched Nicki walk out of my life for the second time a new but old feeling had erupted throughout my mind and body. I was tired of all this back and forth shit and I wanted to end all of the drama in my life, starting with the main source of my new found problem, Dawhite AKA Luscious. I did my research and I could tell shit wasn't about to stay peaceful for long. Nicki's coming home whether she wants to or not, I see we're back to square one.
As these atrocious thoughts flooded my mind, I could hear an echo voicing in my head with the sounds of wicked laughter falling after every sentence.
I missed you, you missed me?
I missed you, you missed me?
I missed you, you missed me?
I'm back, are we taking over like you promised?
As the echoes went on, they got louder and it was all to clear who it had been, Bloody Mary.
"Yes." I spoke aloud looking at her as she stood against my wall.
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Ok so you guys guessed it, Bloody Mary is indeed one of Beyonce's alter egos BUT, she's also an ego bey sees physically and not just mentally. She's created an image of blood Mary and made her almost human, believing that they are two different people with separate bodies. So now Beyonce is of course, extremely dangerous.....
Any predictions on Beyonce and Onika?
Bloody Mary?
