Life Behind Lights ( A Beyonce' story)

Rocket

The chorus to Rocket sounded through my condo in New York as me and Jay sipped a glass of wine. " Bey, I think we should expand the On The Run Tour cities like let's go to San Francisco." We were planning our tour dates until Jay's phone rang. "Heeey, um you know I'm planning the tour with Bey. Can we just meet up later? Then we can talk? Please don't give me a hard time R- and now you cut me off?" Jay hung up his phone.

"Who was that?"

" No one, why?"

"No one? Don't lie to me."

"Ok,ok it was Rita Ora and she wanted to talk about the upcoming VMA Award Show. It's like a month away."

I pick up my wine glass and head to the kitchen. "You know how I feel and you keep talking to her and Rihanna. So for the tour you can find your own transportation. I will be riding and flying alone I can't listen to this every day. Your always whispering and it's just wrong." Jay looked down and tugged at his collar. "Bey, your acting ridiculous it's not what it sounds like -"

" No! it is what it sounds like ! How long is this going to continue it's already in magazines do you care?" I scream and fall to the floor in tears and my white gown flows from the nearest air vent. Jay bends down and comforts me and I lean into him and kissed him back, but not passionately. "Just, why would you do this to me? Do me and Blue deserve this? I'm so full of resentment. I've been with you for damn near thirteen years and you do this shit to me." I get up and walk into the guest room. I don't even want to sleep in the bed with him. I really hope that Blue is still asleep, she shouldn't have to hear us like this. I open my laptop and search for penthouses. I'm really getting fed up but I love him so much. I'm just so tired and confused. I shed some more tears and cuddle up under the covers. I turn the lights off and close my eyes. Goodnight.