Clichés In the Dark Past {FIN}[Editing]

Chapter Sixteen.

Beyoncé's P.O.V.

I ignored his question and pressed my lips onto his.

"I thought you were dead," I said through my tears.

"I'm not goin out that easy sweetheart." I looked down at the ring that still sat in his hand before placing my left and out. He grabbed my hand and started to put the ring on it before stopping (please don't start with single ladies lmfao). "Yes or no?" he asked with a smirk.

"Yes!" I replied, happy and excited. He slid the ring on my finger and I threw my arms around him. I pulled back and looked down at the thread and needle that still hung from his side. "I need to finish this." I began to stitch once more and finished with cutting the thread and tying it.

"You're my doctor," he said, placing his lips on mine. I pulled back and giggled.

"Private doctor," I responded. He kissed me yet again and slowly made his way to his feet, moving me out of the bathroom and toward the bed, our lips still attatched. He layed me down and hovered over me. I gently pushed him off of me and laid him down on the bed. "You almost died, Shawn. You can't possibly be trying to have sex right now."

"Yea but you make everything better," he muttered, placing a hand on my thigh. I sighed and rolled my eyes before getting up to turn out the lights. I heard him huff before feeling his arms wrap around my torso.

"I love you."

"I love you more, Shawn."

"I love you most."

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I woke with a start and saw Jay packing our bags.

"We have to get out of here," he stated simply.

"Why? What happened?" I asked, sitting up in the bed and patting my head that itched.

"Diaz. He's been spotted a few miles from here. He knows we're here. We have to go." I didn't bother to respond. I instead took to the bathroom to shower and get ready to whatever the day holds. I decided on leather leggings, a black tee with white designs on it, black heels, a jean and black jacket, and a black hat. Satisfied, I walked out of the bathroom, my hair and make-up on fleek (lmao had to say it). I then pecked my fiancé on his lips.

"Lets go, princess." We walked out hand in hand, not even bothering to pay for the room before zooming out of the parking lot. "You know we need more money, right babe?" I sighed and leant back in the seat of the Camaro. I knew exactly where this was going and I was sick of it. I felt so bad. In the moment of the crime, it's an amazing high, I feel on top of the world. But then, after the high subsides, I feel regretful. The people we're stealing from all work hard for their money just like I used to do. I can't imagine waking up to my entire life's savings of money gone to a pair of criminals/lovers. Not to mention all the people I've killed. Sure, they were all terrible people, but what we've done is no better than what they've done. Those people were somebody's son, somebody's brother, somebody's cousin, somebody's dad- that never came home. And I'm the one responsible for that.

"Yes, I know... We're only at a quarter of the amount of money that we need. And we're going to have to rob another bank." I looked out of the window in remorse of all the things I've done. I love Shawn, but this isn't right. We almost died last night- myself included. I almost comitted suicide.

"Baby...." He rubbed my thigh and I held back tears. "Let's make the best scene they've ever seen." I looked into his eyes and he looked at me back, with sympathizing, comforting eyes.

"It's just..... Let's capture the moment cause even forever ain't forever... Swear by the moment. Cause together ain't promised forever.. Let's live in the moment... And as long as we got each other die in the moment." We looked at each other in fear, sadness, love.

"I'm prepared to die in the moment."

"I'm prepared to die in the moment." (Shout-outs to whoever can name the artist and/or name of the song I just quoted. I've been listening to that album like all day long idek why). After hours of driving, we pulled to a stop in front of a hotel. It was still fairly early in the morning, considering that we had left New Orleans around 7 am. We headed into the hotel and I wheeled our luggage to the elevator while Jay got us a room.

"Sixth Floor," he declared, and I pressed the button with six on it.

"So the plan?" We had reached the room and I plopped down onto the bed. Plush, but not as plush as the bed in Boston.

"To be completely honest, I don't have one. I just think we're too known by the cops at this point to keep up these intricate plans. I think the best thing to do at this point would be to just do it the old fashioned way; ski masks, guns." I nodded in response.

"You have a bank in mind?" He raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

"Don't I always?"

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We were dressed in all white. I donned a pair of white lace pants, a white lace crop top, and a white suit jacket along with white stilettos while Jay wore a white shirt and one of his many white suits. He also wore one single gold chain that wasn't the too flashy in the slightest. We sat in the parking lot of the bank, the security cameras already knocked out.

"You ready Bey?"

"Lets go get 'em." We entered the back of the bank with a fake security card and took the elevator to the second and highest floor of the bank.

"Stay close, baby." I raised an eyebrow at him and he chuckled before walking to the area that was supposedly for the vault. No way in. "I see we're going to have to do this the hard way. Suit yourselves." I laughed at him talking to himself and he punched my shoulder playfully. We got back in the elevator and I looked at him while loading my gun, him doing the same. We pulled down our black ski masks at the same time and prepared to aim.

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A/N

Hope you guys liked it! Shout out if you can name that song I referenced earlier bc it's not Bey. I was listening to the song and was like this will fit nicely so I just added it. And I want to add a co-owner to my book The Way It Is. I am low on ideas for like the in between and stuff. If you would like to do it, then comment and keep your eye out from a direct message from me. Thanks for reading yall. Vote, comment, etc.

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