Clichés In the Dark Past {FIN}[Editing]

Chapter Twelve.

Beyoncé's P.O.V.

"What the fuck do you want?" I spat at him. He chuckled and began to pace back in forth.

"You see, Mrs..... Knowles?" I rolled my eyes in response, refusing to confirm my last name to the likes of him. "Well, Mrs. Eye Roll," he continued with irritation, "Your fuck buddy ow-"

"He's not my fuck buddy. He's my boyfriend." It stung to say those words, especially knowing that if I had listened to Shawn in the first place, I wouldn't be in this mess.

"First of all, Eye Roll, don't interrupt me. Secondly, the last time I saw him, he wasn't acting like he was in a 'relationship'. You might as well forget it with that asshole." T-boss and his 'minions' laughed together and hot tears ran down my face, not just from anger, but from pain. I can't believe Shawn would do something like this to me. I loved him, he said he loved me, but his actions tend to be showing otherwise.

"Continue." I turned my head to the side, refusing to look at this monster in front of me.

"Beyoncé... I-" Angie started to speak but was slapped ridiculously hard by T-boss.

"This is an A and B conversation. C your way out of it." All of the other men laughed, and i would have too, had he not just slapped my cousin. "Anyways, he was at some strip club, I saw him get a lap dance from one of the bitches. Long story short, I saw them walk out of the club together.. And, well, you can guess the rest." I let my head hang low and looked up at him without lifting my chin, tears continuing to stream down.

"And?" I tried to play it off like it didn't hurt, but it actually hurt more than being stabbed and then beaten up by twenty of his men.

"It's okay....." he paused, appearing to be thinking of something. "Beyoncé. Look at me, learning new names!" Him and his men chuckled once more. "But what I mean is, it's okay to be hurt. Use that to your advantage. Let it light a fire beneath your fury. He was terribly wrong." He knelt down to where I was, my arms held back by two men and me on my knees. T-boss placed his fore-finger and thumb underneath my chin, tilting it up. "You're a beauty, you know that?" I glared back at him. There was no way in hell this was ever going to happen. "Help us."

I didn't know how to respond. I mean, I love Shawn, but I didn't want to try and save his ass after what he did. After all, he did say that he never loved me. And in that case, this choice would be justified. But in the case that he did actually love me and he just made a mistake, I would be terribly wrong to betray him in such a way. I mean, I don't want to be the modern-day Judas. But even if he did just make a simple mistake, he lied to me. He never even confessed. Instead he denied and refused to address the issue. But I've lied as well. I don't even know what to do. If I don't help them, they'll most likely kill me or torture me. But if I help them, then they'll kill and torture Shawn. And poor fucking Angie. How the hell am I sup-

My thoughts came to a halt as the window bursted to pieces and about five men walked in the man in the lead looking of a hispanic heritage with stubble across his chin.

"Guillermo!" T-boss exclaimed.

"Didn't I tell you to call me Diaz?!" T-boss' men tried to pull out their guns, but they were too late. The men from the opposing gang had already whipped out their 22's and shot them in their heads, causing them to fall to the floor. That gave me my chance, and I ran to the door where my handbag sat, untouched, and pulled out my favorite gold handgun (which I happen to use all the time).

"Terry, I've always wanted top spot in this gang. You've always been the head. Calling unfair shots, causing other people to die for money that only you would get. To put it in dummy terms, which I know that's all you can understand, you're a dick. Nobody wants you in power anymore. Got it? So. I guess this is goodbye, Terry." I had no idea who to shoot. If I shot T-boss, then the Diaz guy would be upset. But if I shot the Diaz guy, then T-boss would try to hold me as a hostage. I decided to let the scenario play itself out, but that backfired.

Terry whipped out a pistol and held it up to Angie's head.

"Shoot me, I shoot her." His pupils were dialated and you could almost hear his hear beating, he was nervous. I let out a low chuckle before pointing the gun at Terry as well.

"Oh c'mon, Terry. Be a man. You've had this coming for years, and now that karma is finally catching up to you, you want to take someone else out too. Either way, you die. So stop being a pussy and let the girl go. Die like a real man, or die a coward. Your choice." The Diaz man sighed and kept his gun pointed at Terry.

"What about that bitch?" T-boss said, pointing to me. "You're not going to handle her?"

"She's not your problem anymore. You're practically dead. Let the nice lady go."

"Hell no." With that, I watched in utter shock as he pulled the trigger and my cousin's body fell lifeless to the floor. No. NO. NO, NO, NO. Absolutely fucking not. I shot T-boss in his head as well, and his body fell backwards to the ground.

"Oh you're a bad bitch, huh?"

"May I ask your name, " I replied, tears continuing to stream down as I stared at Angie, dead, on the floor.

"Guillermo. Call me Diaz. You're Jay's girl huh?" I shrugged my shoulders, turning to face him.

"That was my cousin."

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't want her to die either, but that nigga had to go. And I suggest we do the same. The cops will be here soon, and I don't think you want to be here when that happens?" I shook my head in response. "Alright then mami. Only reason I'm letting you go is because you just killed our enemy. But the next guy we're after is your little boyfriend. I don't want to have to kill you, but if you get in my way, I make no promises. Now get out of here." I walked over to Angie's body and kissed her forehead, as I cried even harder.

"This is all my fault. I'm so sorry," I whispered. A tear fell from my face onto her cheek and I continued to cry. "I'm sorry." I got up and walked away, grabbing my handbag at the door and getting in the car. I didn't even know where to go. I didn't want to go back to Shawn, but ultimately I had no other place to go. I punched the motel into the GPS and followed the directions back. Once there, I walked inside, Shawn pulling me in for a warm embrace.

"You're okay," he said with a smile.

"And you're an asshole." I put on an oversized tee shirt and got onto my side of the bed, ignoring all of his pleas to talk to me. I turned onto my side, my back facing him, and turned off the light on the nightstand, thinking of Angie, as I silently cried myself to sleep.

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A/N

Yea so this chappie is sad, sorry. In case you guys didn't figure it out, the hispanic guy is Guillermo Diaz. He is in the run trailer as well. Yea. But what do you guys think of Angie dying, bc I literally almost cried writing this, it's very sad. And tell me if you want more romantic moments bc I know I keep the romance on a low level lol. Tell me if it needs more love. lmfao. Comment, vote, etc. Thanks for reading!

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