Code Pink.

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- Beyoncé -
New York, New York
Jayonce Mansion
11:32 PM
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I sat the iPhone down then rested my head into my right hand as I heard the front door open then close already knowing it was Jay just getting in. What type of husband with a wife and child comes home this late?

"Where's my princess?"

I stared up at Jay who was standing in the doorway looking as if he just crawled out of some broke bitch's bed and didn't even care to hide it that's how open he was with his infidelity nowadays.

"I not too long ago put her to bed," I answered as he now staggered into our bedroom like the alcoholic drunk he is.

 "-and you how are you?"

I tried to make myself comfortable in bed but that was hard with the devil himself standing over me. "Tired!" I replied followed with a fake yawn so that he understood that I wasn't putting up with him or his shit tonight.

"What's this?"

I looked over my shoulder noticing he held my acceptance speech for tomorrow award show in his hands as he started to read it out loud.

'This is amazing and I'm truly honored as always to be on this stage at this moment accepting this award today, and I wanted to take this time to thank the following who have helped and supported me first of all thank God because I wouldn't be where I am today without him, thank my parents, my team, my beyhive, my sister, the amas for having me, and look Blueblue mommy did it!'

The sound of the paper crunching was all I heard.

"So you not gon add my name to the list, bitch?" He shouted before I could get a word in something flew over my head and crashed against the headboard scaring me as I quickly sat up just as he raced over trying to pin me down.

"Jay, stop it!" I yelled while digging my nails into his face to get him off of me.

"Oh! Did you try to fight back? you big and bad now huh? Beyoncé you big and bad." he taunted while gripping my hair as my nails sunk deeper into his brown flesh.

"Get off of me!"

"Get off you? alright!" he said then continued punching me in the stomach repeatedly as I kick at him until I fell from the bed crawling to the door to escape.

"Bitch! You got some nerve thinking you the shit but you only where you are because of me, you were only a choice, not the blueprint," he growled still following me as he swung another fist at me which stung my cheek.

"Fuck you!" I yelled as he continued punching me until I was no more.

He slid his hands around my neck squeezing down. I tried to fight him off but it was just so much one girl could take. 

My vision started to blur.

"Daddy, what are you doing?" Blueblue asked appearing in the doorway as Jay tried to cover my mouth while he choked me.

"Go back to bed, princess! mommy and daddy are just playing," he replied.

"Blue, help me," I gasped as he slapped me and that's the last thing I remembered about that night, unfortunately. 

My right eye twitched open burning at the sight of the sunlight that shined into the room through the open curtains—Jay had beat my ass so bad the other day that I blacked out.

I struggled sitting up feeling aches everywhere on me from the collection of punches he was giving me, wincing in pain while getting to my feet—I limped towards the bed to get my phone knowing only one person to call.

"Nicki!" I slurred since my lips were too swollen to form a proper sentence.

"Hey, sexy' I just got done packing about to catch my flight, I can't wait to see you," she answered.

"I'm not going," I hummed feeling tears gather at the edge of my eyes.

"Why not? I took my long nails off just for you so that I could touch you-" she was saying as I broke down crying into my hand "Bey, what's the matter?"

I turned the camera on snapping a picture of me bruised and battered then sent it to her.

"The man that everyone praises this is what he does to me." I sobbed.

"Jay did this? You need to call the co-"

"No!"

"What do you mean 'no' look at your face it looks like you've been in a car crash."

"I gotta go!"

"No, don't hang up this phone–you need to leave his ass now he's not doing right by you, you don't deserve that shit," she angered "Leave his ass, you're Beyoncé."

I laughed dryly to myself at that while staring down at the blood that rubbed off onto my fingertips from my mouth "Don't say that I don't wanna hear it, I'm tired of people thinking I'm too good to go through things like every other human."

"Bey, I'm sorry," she sympathized "Come to Miami with me."

"I-I can't he won't allow th-" my voice got shaky as flashbacks of last night replayed.

"Please I wanna see you," she begged.

"What about Meek?"

"You said it yourself nobody has to know about us unless one of us tells..."

"I'll think about it."

"If I have to I'll fly to New York and scoop you up myself; I definitely will."

This was the last straw–I almost died on the floor last night at the hands of him, I was through and wasn't going to put up with any of this no longer.

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A/N: Do not read this chapter while listening to Love on the Brain by Rihanna because I did it and I was all in my feelings like this was real 😭😭

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