Sleeping With the Preachers Daughter

A Threat

Thursday
October 6, 2016

What Chris..." Beyoncé folded her arms. He was the last person she wanted, or intended on talking to.

"So you and your girl real bold now huh?" He questioned.

Although Beyoncé's exterior would never show it, she was nervous. Even in the wake of his bruised and bandaged nose.

This was a different Chris, one she'd never been around before. He'd only ever been sweet and adoring of Beyoncé. She was always in his favor, but now... not so much. She was finally seeing the ugly Chris she'd heard some people whisper and gossip about in the past. If only she'd known to prepare herself for this moment.

"What's the point of this Chris... you're wasting your time." She shook her head deciding to avoid the encounter, but of course it couldn't have been that easy.

"Nah, nah." He grabbed the crook of her arm so that she'd face him once again.

"It would only be a waste if you decided not to hear what I have to say."

Beyoncé waited quietly, hoping he couldn't practically smell the goosebumps crawling her skin.

"You know I protected you from allot of stuff Bey... allot of things. We really could've been something great. Star athlete and preachers daughter getting married, you by my side throughout my football career and then we start a beautiful family and really settle down... maybe inherit the church too. But I gotta say you fucked that one up." He chuckled menacingly.

That did nothing to settle Beys nerves. Nor did his advancing steps towards her, and before she could realize, her back was pinned against the lockers. He hovered too close for comfort.

"You let that little gay bitch come in and ruin us Beyoncé-"

"Get away from me Chris." She turned her cheek adverting her eyes.

He moved to brush a hair out of her face, and she winced shying away from his hand.

"Wow... see what she did? You never would've reacted to me like that before... what a damn shame. But since you know what's so good for you now..." he moved dangerously close to her ear.

It took everything in Beyoncé not to scream for help, or cry, or both.

"I'd suggest the both of you watch your backs from now on, maybe watch each other's backs?..." he lingered in her personal space for a minute longer before stepping away and leaving her presence.

Beyoncé waited until his figure rounded the corner before she released a heavy sigh, though she couldn't begin to consider it one of relief. Thoughts of Chris doing something horrible to Onika would plague Bey's mind all day.

So much that when she saw her in class it even made her a little sick to look at her.

It didn't help either that her poker face was shit. As soon as Onika noticed something was bothering her, she wouldn't let it go. This was probably the first time in a little while Beyoncé would've been okay if Onika decided to just leave her alone for a minute.

As soon as the bell rang, Beyoncé was quick to her feet, things already in hand headed for the door.

"Bey." Nicki called, "Beyoncé would you slow down!?" She finally caught her half way down the hall.

"Damn... What's goin on with you, talk to me."

"I have to go to-"

"Stop." Nicki wasn't having it.