Escape

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Beyoncé's POV

Smack! His hand collides with my cheek, I whimper and fall to the floor. "That'll teach you to not speak to other guys, slut" he says in a cold tone. With that being said he leaves out the door.

So you're probably a little confused right now, let me explain. Me and my horrible excuse of a husband were at our concert here in Detroit. The show ended and my makeup artist, who is a guy and gay, said that I looked great on stage and that I looked beautiful. I, of course thanked him, but Jay of course thought that we were flirting with each other and got mad. I tried to explain, I really did, but he wouldn't listen.

When we got back to the hotel room he started yelling at me saying that I shouldn't be flirting with other guys when I'm married. He then slapped me and walked out, this isn't the first time this has happened, but I'm tired of it, I need to leave.

He has hit me so much that I have some scars, nobody knows what he does to me, not even my family. Blue only hears me scream when he hits me, but I just tell her it was the tv. The twins don't know since they are just a year old, they hear me scream too and start crying, I then usually have to go calm them down.

I get up from the floor and go to check on the kids. They are all sound asleep, I go into the room and pack all their belongings that they brought on tour. Once I'm done, I go into me and Jay's room to pack my stuff. After everything is packed I put the twins in their car seats (where you carry a baby, I think that's what it's called, idk) and wake up Blue.

"Momma why did you wake me up?" "We have to go baby" I explain. "Where?" "I don't know yet." I didn't think about that, I can't go to a hotel because they'll probably tell the paparazzi where I am and then Jay will find out where I am. I then think of where I can go, he's trustworthy and I'm pretty sure he'll let me stay until I can handle everything.

I take all our belongings to my car and then come back up to the room to get the kids. Once we're all in the car, I drive to my close friend's house. I arrive at his nice mansion and take out the kids, I leave our belongings in the car for now, in case we can't stay.

I carry a car seat in each arm and Blue is right behind me, you can tell she is tired and just wants to sleep. I ring the doorbell a couple of times and then see the lights turn on. The door slowly opens and reveals a sleepy man with a beard and the most bluest eyes you will ever see. "Bey?" "Hey Marshall" I breathe out.

Sorry for the short chapter the next one will be longer!!