Clichés In the Dark Past {FIN}[Editing]

Chapter Eight.

Beyoncé's P.O.V.

I got in the driver's seat and Shawn got in the passenger's as I sped out of the Motel 6 onto the two-lane road. Nothing but darkness to tread was ahead of us and I suddenly felt a pang of guilt of leaving Blake like that. She was going to be alone and she had to erase herself from that whole equation before taking off to God knows where, alone.

"Baby, do you think Blake will be okay?" I asked, keeping my eyes on the road. He hesitated before he answered, fumbling with his black iphone.

"I think she will be. Blake is a tough girl... She's been through a lot of stuff and this is the first chance she's had to get away from Dwayne and Don in about four years if I remember right. Stuck being their personal little bitch." I instantly twitched at the word bitch and felt even worse for her. She told me about how much she hated those two men, but she never told me that she was stuck with them. That makes it about 20 times worse. I tried to get my mind off of it by asking Jay about what went down with Don.

"PopPop, is Don really your uncle?" I had a feeling he wasn't, the way they were acting towards each other back there. He sighed and sat back in the seat before answering and I drummed my nails on the wheel, waiting to hear his response.

"No he's not. Not by blood. Don took me under his wing when I was 14. My family was stuggling, my dad left us, and I was trying to find a way get money. Fast. I was walking down the street one time and Don ran across me. I guess he saw potential in me or something, but he took me to his drug house and taught me everything I know. I would meet him after school everyday and I would learn more about the big names in the drug world, how to sell, how to stay out of the cops' eye, how to fight, how to shoot a gun, how to rob. Everything I know about this life, I learned it from him. He was the best in the game at that time, and you know what they say: The best learn from the best. I started getting better and better at the business.

"Of course he didn't like that," he continued. "So he told me to ease up on my sales. I wasn't gonna of course; my family just got back on our feet thanks to the extra money I was bringin' in. He still didn't care. So when I told him I'd find a way to do it on my own, he was pissed to the extreme. He was gonna have a hitman to do it, but I found out later he did it himself because he wanted to 'make it personal'. I was spending the night at my blood uncle, Fred's house. Don came in and stabbed Fred in the back in front of my face. Then told me that if I told anyone it was he did it , he would kill me and my family too. After that happened, I was his little bitch.

"I did whatever he said, and he loved it. He told me since my real uncle was dead, he would be my new uncle. Fill his shoes, teach me how to be a man. So he forced me to call him 'Uncle Don'. When I graduated high school, he told me to do something with my life. I think he actually felt bad for what he did to me. So I screwed over everyone to get to the top, get the life I had. Then Don and his crew wanted part of the money I was makin' from my legal job. When I told them they wouldn't get a penny of it, they all said either give us some or start back hustlin because they were gonna get their money. I had no choice but to listen. They got me in some deep shit and here we are. When I met you I tried my hardest to get out the game. but it was too late.

"Now look what I've done." He finished his story and stared out the window. I could tell he really didn't want to talk about it and I knew I was lucky he even told me. I rested my hand on top of his and drove. No words, just enjoying the fact the other was there.

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The next morning, I opened my eyes to see Shawn faintly smiling at me. I smiled back and hauled my body out of bed.

"So... today's plan?" I asked. We never actually know what we're doing everyday, we just see where the wind takes us, and I loved that. Currently, we were at a hotel in Atlanta and I was super excited to do something. We knew reports of us being wanted wouldn't get down here until tomorrow at the rate they've been moving recently. That gives me plenty of time to relax and get my hair done. I need to get rid of this straight blonde bob for a while. Plus, I could use a makeover to make us less recognizeable.