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"Why you hitting yourself? Why you hitting yourself? Why you hitting yourself? Why you-"
"Nicki stop." Beyonce said catching my hand before I could make Angela hit herself once more.
"Baby I'm boredddd." I pouted as I sat down in the chair of her supposed to be forgotten warehouse.
"Go to sleep, Nicki this is not the time to act up." Beyonce said. Then all the memories that ever occurred in this very established came back to me. I remembered how she was all about her business every time she stepped foot in this damn building. It was horrible. I thank god we're passed that, or are we?
Beyonce sat down across from Angela as she stares her down, her fist under her chin as her elbow rested on her knee. Angela looked at Beyonce then back at me.
"Bitch don't look at me, the sight of you makes me want to pop off." I mumbled with a laugh shaking my head as I started picking at my nails. The warehouse was silent. Beyonce still had been staring at Angela and even I was started to feel a little uncomfortable as I shifted in my seat from the dead silence.
"Bey what are you doing?" I asked. She sighed and finally looked at me.
"Thinking." She answered swiftly then got up from her seat. She went into a closet and pulled out a very familiar chest. Why the hell she still got shit in here?
She opened it and I saw am assortment of guns, the same ones she asked me to choose from years ago.
"You up for target practice? I know you need it." She said. From the side I could see the heightening in her cheeks letting me know she was laughing at me.
"Don't, and don't I need s target?" I asked lifting a gun, a shotgun at that. Beyonce took it from me and gave me a revolver.
"She's the target." Beyonce smiled aiming her shotgun at Angela as she held it up closing one eye for better aim. Angela mumbled something loudly but we couldn't understand because of the gag. Beyonce smirked and pulled the trigger causing me to jump and run behind a near bye wall.
"Fuck!" She yelled angrily. I peeked around the corner seeing that all of Angela's body parts were still intact and saw a nice size hole in the door inches away from Angela's head. Getting closer I could see that the bullet grazed her ear.
I looked at Beyonce.
"I want to try." I said taking the gun off the table. Beyonce shook her head no.
"Stick with what you got, that shotgun gone throw yo ass." She said heading to the door.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"I'll be back." Was all she said and left. I looked at a wide eyes Angela and smirked.
"You sorry huh?" I laughed. She nodded quickly, almost desperately. I shrugged eyeing the shotgun. I reallyyyyy wanna shoot it. I checked the hallways and saw no sign of Beyonce. I smiled to myself running back in the room grabbing the gun.
"She don't run nobody." I said cocking it. I aimed it at Angela and she started jumping around causing me to laugh. I wasn't about to shoot her, yet.
I aimed at the opposite wall at a picture of grass. I plan to put a nice size hole in that ugly ass painting. Getting in position I eyes the painting as I rested my index finger on the trigger. When I felt I was ready, I squeezed the trigger. Immediately I felt the pressure from the gun pressing into my shoulder as I flew at least about three feet back into the air. I hit the ground with a thudding sound and the shotgun went off again.
