So there's alternative endings..
There is one if you choose Beyoncé to die, Carter or Rihanna to die.
So if you choose you want Beyoncé to die, this is the ending:
There was only one option that was obvious to me.
Maybe Michelle wasn't going to let me win, but I damn sure wasn't going to let her win either. My life, at 36 years long, wasn't complete, but it had been fulfilling.
I got to love hard. I got to be in love with two incredible people that had given me moments of overwhelming joy that I was positive some people never experienced in their lifetime.
I'd already made my choice of who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. But years before that, I'd already decided that I would never be able to hurt them this way. I couldn't live with it. I couldn't be happy knowing what I'd done. Push came to shove, I was willing to die for both of them to live.
"I pick myself," I told her in the strongest voice that I could muster, through the cowardice of tears that had plagued me through my life. "You have a beef with me. Not them. So I sacrifice myself, Michelle. Kill me. Then things will be fair. Then you'd be even. Then I'd lose everything, just like you."
"No, Beyonce. Stop," Carter pleaded, looking at me in shock and confusion.
"It's the only right choice," I told him confidently. Wiping away loose tears. "There is no way I could live with myself picking anything else."
Mishelle shook her head angrily.
"Who will take care of your daughter, Shantelle?"
"I trust Carter. And Rihanna. And Wallace and Natalie. And my mom. And Solange," I said, finding comfort in the love that existed between those people in my life. "Shan will be taken care of."
"And your unborn baby?" Michelle barked, trying to find a weak spot in my choice.
"Yes Bee," Carter added.
My tears fell again. I couldn't keep them as I went to speak. I looked into Carters loving eyes.
"I'll see him or her in heaven. I'll be with them. Until I see my other loved ones again."
Shell slammed the gun against the table and then aimed it back at Carter.
"No bitch. You don't get to win. You don't get to run away from this decision. I am not going to kill you. You have to suffer. You have to life with the guilt. You have to live inside of your head, hating yourself, until you get to the point of wanting to kill yourself. You have to know how it feels."
"I've made my choice Michelle," I said strongly. "I refuse to pick. I refuse to let you break me. I love Carter too much. I love Rihanna too much."
"You're going to pick," she yelled at me. "If you don't chose. Right now. I will kill the both of them. Right before your eyes. And then I will leave her and go find your family. And one by one, I will kill them. Your daughter. Your sister. Your niece and nephew. Your mother. I will kill them all," she said before reciting the addresses of my loved ones. "You'll have to live with the guilt of being responsible for everyone you love being dead."
"You fucking bitch," Rihanna screamed from my side, surprising me by how loud and strong it was. "You will not do this to her."
Before I could even blink, Rihanna had pushed herself up to her feet against the cabinet, and was running up the steps, hands still cuffed behind her back. I reached for her and caught air. Michelle backed up, and for the first time, I saw fear in her eyes. I ran after my best friend, and didn't stop even when I heard gunshots shaking the room.
