Clichés In the Dark Past {FIN}[Editing]

Chapter Seven.

Beyoncé's P.O.V.

We finally reached the 'Welcome to Tennessee' sign and I let out a sigh of relief and turned up the radio. Why the hell does Shawn always leave the news stations on?

"Next on our wanted list are Shawn Carter and his alleged lover and partner in crime, Beyoncé Knowles. They are both wanted for being involved in a gang shoot-out in New York, robbing the Citizen's Bank in Boston, and executing identity theft in Kentucky. Mrs. Knowles is also wanted for murdering a police officer. When policeman visited the scene of the identity theft, they looked for any clues that the two had been there. In the trash can of a Tom Ford dressing room, they found sexual body fluids which were traced to Shawn Carter and handprints left on the condom belonging to Beyoncé Knowles." I giggled a little while blushing when I thought about all these random people knowing about Jay and I's sex life. That's kind of personal, they didn't have to say that. Damn. I reached to change the station but something caught my attention. "Tina Knowles, Beyoncé's mother, has a few words for her daughter if she ever hears." I covered my open mouth. That was a fucking low blow. They didn't have to try and use my mom to get me to turn myself in.

"Bey, baby, if you're listening, please just turn yourself in. We can try and keep you from getting life or death sentence if you come home now. I know you love him baby, but you have to understand when your love is toxic. This is toxic love, baby. He ain't go-" I turned the radio off and my mother's voice cut off from the speakers of the car.

"Do you believe her," Shawn said plainly, never taking his eyes off of the road. Our love was, in fact toxic, but I wouldn't dream of leaving this man.

"Of course not, baby.." I looked at him and I saw that he was tense. His breathing hitched a bit when I said that and I knew he was having an insecure moment again.

"I think she's right. I'm not good for you. I brought this monster out of you. Before that night when we got shot out, Beyoncé Giselle Knowles wouldn't have dare robbed a bank or touched a gun or shot on an officer. I did this to you." Tears welled up in my eyes at the words that just come out of his mouth.

"Hey. Listen to me. I don't know much about fighting, but I will fight for you. I don't know when I'm gon' die but I hope that I'm gon' die by you. We ain't got nothin' but love... And baby that's fine. I am in love with you, you set me free. I can't do this thing called life without you here with me because I'm dangerously in love with you. I'll never leave you." (I was gonna but the gun part in there during 1+1 but that's not entirely true in this story, lol. I switched up some of the words, I'm aware. Don't tell me I don't know my lyrics okay. Lol)

"I got my thoroughest girl wit me, I'm smashin the gas you grabbin' the wheel, it's crazy how you ride with me; the new Bobby and Whitney, hell only time we don't speak is during "Sex and the City" . You get Carrie fever but soon as the show is over, you're right back to bein' my soldier, cause mami's a rider, and I'm a roller. Put us together how they gon' stop both us. I love you Bey. I won't leave you," he said, grabbing my hand as I rested my head on his shoulder and he continued to drive.

"You know you got bars right, babe?" I asked with a smile. He chuckled and then I saw that smile that made my heart flutter.

"Not on purpose." He drove with his left arm and put his right one around me. I turned the dial and the radio station changed, so I turned up the volume. 'Yasss Bish' blasted through the speakers and Shawn and I sang along.

"Yass bish, yasss. Yasss bish, yasss" we said in unison as I laughed. We were so dumb. It got darker outside, the sun setting, and Shawn pulled into a 'Motel 6' then checked his phone.

"He's in room number 37. Listen ma. The people in here are not nice. Maybe Blake, but she's it. You don't talk to anyone besides Blake unless I tell you otherwise. If shit pops off, I want you to shoot whoever gets in your way, then get outside to the car. Chances are I'll already be there and then we leave." Wait what?! Why is he just now springing this information on me. He kills me with this. Last minute plans and shit. Gets the blood pumpin' though.