My Personal Trainer 2

Patricia

Patricia -

When I finally woke up, I woke up with my head pounding from a headache. I could barely keep my eyes open and my nose burned. I tried to move my arms but they were tied together tightly. I tried to move my legs and my legs were tied also. It was dark, pitch black I couldn't see anything. There was a bag over my face. I tried not to think about the bag because of my asthma and I didn't want to have a panic attack because my inhaler was no where near.

Calm down Pat, I tried to tell myself over and over again but I couldn't I didn't know where I was. I couldn't see so I didn't know what time of day it was, and all I could smell was the smell of something being burned and the smell of gasoline being poured, and that's when I realized the gasoline was being poured all over my body.

The bag was snatched off my head and here I finally was sitting in front of a cold hearted looking Beyonce. I took a deep breath sighing, I already knew what this was about. Tremaine walked into the room and stared at me with hatred filled into his heart. I felt like a fool because he really was a good man but I had played him.

"Tremaine,"

"Don't Tremaine me, where is Lyric?" He asked as he stepped up to me with an evil look on his face. Almost as if my presence was disgusting to him.

"Trey I can't tell you" I whimpered.

"Tell me where he is NOW!" Trey yelled as he held up his gun.

"Baby please please I'm scared alright they said they would kill me if I said anything please please don't make me say anything," I cried. I was scared shitless.

"You gone be more scared of me If you don't tell where the hell my son is bitch!" Beyoncé yelled as she ran towards me. I tried to break free from the tight ropes that was holding my hands together but I couldn't.

She grabbed a hand full of my hair and yanked my head back. Pain shot through my neck as I instantly got a headache. I wanted to cry but I held back my tears. The last thing I wanted was for them to see me crying. I deserved everything that was coming for me. I was the last person Lyric was with this morning.

I remembered when he first came to the daycare center how Beyoncè and Chris gave a list of things he could and couldn't eat, so every morning while the other kids had what they had I would take him into the kitchen and fix him his own personal breakfast. Then I would take him into my office and let him eat so the other kids wouldn't get jealous and question why he had something that they didn't have.

This particular morning I sat him in my office and went to fix him something to eat when I went back to my office I was pushed inside with a gun held up to head and something sharp piercing my back causing me to bleed everywhere. I was so scared I didn't know what to do.

"I didn't want any p-parts of this two men came into the daycare one an older looking guy another he was on crutches they said that you and Chris had asked them to pick up Lyric. I knew it wasn't right I asked their names and they had a gun held up to my head and something sharp in my back. I wanted to call you guys but I didn't want you to get hurt baby," I said to Tremaine.

I loved him so much he was the first person I thought about calling when it happened. "I wanted to call you but they took my phone said that they were watching the place and that they had planted a bomb and I went to the phones they would blow the whole building up," I sobbed my hands began to shake uncontrollably.

"Why should I believe anything you say? I trusted you! I trusted you with my whole world and now it's gone!" Beyoncè yelled as she yanked my head back harder. I couldn't hide the tears anymore.

"Because I planted a GPS in his pocket when he walked passed me. I've been having security issues in my building and my uncle had given it to me, I was able to snatch it when they were forcing me to sit down in my chair. Lyric was crying and they were screaming at him I asked him to let me comfort him because screaming wasn't going to stop him from crying. I love Lyric just as much as you do I would never do anything to hurt him or put him in harms way," I sobbed.

"Yo let her go!" Trey said as he ran towards me about to untie me.

"Da fuck!" August yelled as he cocked his gun at Trey.

"Aug I don't have time for your shit today, I'm not about to let y'all hurt my woman when she's obviously done nothing wrong!" Trey yelled.

" You onnat sucka shit," August spat.

"I'm telling the truth I had nothing to do with this, the guy was older He was dark-skinned with a big looking lip. The other guy kept calling him Carter, or something like that,"

"You said Carter?" Beyoncè asked looking nervously.

Chris jumped up eyeing her suspiciously.

"Baby you know something?" Chris asked.

"I-I don't know its impossible," she said shaking her head.

"You're sure he called him Carter?" She asked.

"Positive," I responded.

" You think coach had something to do with this?" Chris asked.

"No, Not coach, But I know who, and it's Time I handle this shit on my own," Beyoncè replied as she walked over to her purse snatching her keys. Chris kept yelling her name but she wouldn't respond. Chris followed her out the door while Trey untied me from the tight ropes

"I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry I didn't believe you," he said as he grabbed me into his arms.

"Babe I would never do something like that," I cried. He grabbed my chin pecking my lips.

"Let me make it up to you after we find my nephew, okay baby," he said as he wiped the tears from my eyes.

"Okay you've got a lot of making up to do," I said as we both giggled. I grabbed his face and gave him a long lingering kiss. Gawd how I love this man.

Chris -

"Baby! Beyoncé! Hey where you going man!" I yelled as I grabbed her arm snatching her back before she got in the car.

"Shawn's still a live and I need to handle this situation once and for all, I'm doing it my way or no way at all, this is my son! He has my son!" She yelled as tears poured down her eyes.

"Our son! You see this ring on your finger it isn't there for fashion Beyoncé it's supposed to be a symbol of our love and our unity, baby what kinda man would I be if I let you go out there and fight this battle on your own? If Shawn's still alive we're going to end this shit once and for all, I'm not going to let anything happen to you or Lyric ever again baby, let me help you," I said as I wrapped my arms around her waist.

"Chris I love you so much, but no, I'm going to fight this battle on my own, you be here so Lyric won't be an orphan," Beyoncé responded with all seriousness as she snatched away opening the car down and slamming it shut. She locked it before I could grab the car door handle.

"Beyoncé!" I yelled as I slammed on the window. She backed out and sped off into the distance. I ran back inside grabbing my car keys out of my book bag.

"Yo Chris wassup?"

"Yo Beyoncé going after Shawn bro we need to go right now I'm not letting her face this nigga on her own!" Chris yelled.

"Iight Imma call Aug on the way let's go,"