Whoever said 'preacher's kids are the worst' obviously haven't met Beyoncé Knowles or maybe they have because when the bad boy Shawn Carter aka Jay-z comes to town he turns this good girl into her parents worst nightmare. She starts falling for his...
I didn't know who I was anymore but most importantly I didn't want to remember what I had done back there.
Jay drove the vehicle he took from Saul as I sat in the passenger seat trying to figure out what went wrong. Why did I react on impulse? I couldn't even look myself in the rear-view mirror and even worse my head was burning from the amount of peroxide I had used.
When we pulled up to a hotel, I rushed inside and rinsed it.
My hair was now a much lighter shade of blonde. But even the trendy new hair couldn't bring life back into my eyes. Which appeared dead in the mirror I was staring in. Not recognizing the dead-eyed blonde looking back at me was a new Beyonce who was nothing like the church girl from back in Houston.
This Beyonce swore like a sailor.
She killed, she robbed, and she lived for danger.
We went to our room with the suitcases and shopping bags we got from the gas station earlier: I checked around the room as Jay put away the items. A full-size bed, a television, and a love seat were the decorations inside along with two nightstands. Jay sat his leather jacket off to the side and kicked off his shoes as he got in bed watching BET on cable.
I slipped out of the dress I wore to the crop top and short shorts I had on underneath. And danced to the song that played from the television with Garcia on my hip in a holster.
My hips swayed around slowly as Jay looked on puzzled until I removed my shirt and took Garcia from my hip dancing around with her. Of course, she was as empty as I was, at the moment, but with her, I felt like I could do anything. I lowered the gun to the bed and crawled over to Jay as he pulled me close.
And we kissed passionately for the first time today. His hand gently tugged down my bra strap.
We had sex then again the next day in the shower before we were driving again, he tossed Garcia on our way.
Where to now? I thought.
We hit up some shopping malls when we touched down in New York; he had wanted to visit his family before we disappeared for good.
Splurging at all the big-name places. Jay really knew how to spoil his girl. I just walked through the stores with my heels clicking against the tile as I pointed out what I wanted without taking a second glance.
I had an expensive taste.
Budgets didn't exist for us, if we wanted it we got it. I went from merely existing in the middle class to living lavishly. I knew name brands like the average individual knew their alphabet and that's saying a lot.
The body I was taught to cover was now on full display most of the time; I loved showing off my curves, it was all real, nothing came from the doctor's office over here and that fact along kept a ton of bitches' pissy.
My hair even started to grow back after the terrible cut I gave myself almost a year ago. Funny how time changes things, the Beyonce now would laugh in the face of the old me and label her pathetic for not breaking out of her shell earlier.
Today was the day I'd finally get to meet his mother and younger sister which also happened to be their birthday as well, so he brought them gifts. I could tell when he knocked on the raggedy front door that coming here wasn't the best idea.
"Jay! Oh! My god." His sister leaped into his arms. She looked so different from the last time I saw her, she wore these tight patterned leggings and a tube top that showed off her abs. Her hair was dyed red, and she had numerous facial piercings.
She, of course, invited us into the small home that smelled of last week's dinner special.
"Where's ma?" he asked.
"She went shopping, y'know today is our birthday." she reminded.
"How could I forget?" he said then pulled the two gift bags from behind his back which made her jump up and down, her high heels digging into the green carpet.
She turned around as he clipped a diamond bracelet around her wrist. She turned back towards him with a wide smile then looked over at me as I rested on the wall just watching the scene, "I remember you."
I grinned thinking to myself 'how so when I don't even remember?'
"Lashawna, this is Beyonce, my wife." Jay introduced anyway as I held out a hand and shook hers.
"You're married? Oh! Wow! Wait until ma hears this," she said as the sound of the doorbell rang our ears. "That must be her."
This lady with big hair stood in the doorway to the living room with two brown bags in her hands. Jay went over to help even giving her a hug as they walked to the kitchen. She wore a shocked expression on her face.
"Ma, this is Beyonce, my wife."
I waved as he set the bags on the wooden table. She gave me the once over I was styled in a fur crop top hoodie, tight blue jeans, and heel boots all name brand of course. My blonde hair was teased into a ponytail, and I wore my expensive glasses on my head so that the diamonds that sparkled in my ears showed.
"Why are you here?"
"Hi, to you too," he replied sharply.
"I knew this was a bad idea," I grumbled as she rolled her sunken eyes my way. She better be glad she was his momma cuz if not I would've had no problem doing it back.
"What do you mean? I came here because I wanted to see you and share the good news."
"Good news?!" she mocked. "You bring some 2-dollar whore to my doorstep thinkin' I would forget about all the trouble you done caused, boy."
"Whore!" I popped my gum as a frown took-over my pretty features. Baby, there were a lot of things you could say about Beyonce Renee Knowles-Carter but a whore would and will never be one of those things, ya feel?
"Ma, please don't do this." his sister begged, trying to be the peacemaker.
"I want you outta my house and outta my sight now and take that whore of yours with you!" she angered. She was really testing my patience I wanted to slap her ass down to the kitchen floor real quick.
"Ma, please just listen I wanted to see y'all on your special da-"
"Get out now! Go!!" She started, swinging at him. "I've had enough of yo shit, boy, be gone. You make my asshole ache just seeing yo ass."
I could see the pain on his face when she said these things to him. The one time he does right she goes and treats it like he's doing wrong.
He couldn't win with her.
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A/N: 2 chapters were updated today and 2 chapters will be updated next Thursday please comment, vote, and share until next time.
