Clichés In the Dark Past {FIN}[Editing]

Chapter Nineteen.

Jay's P.O.V.

She left. My baby left. A guard began to escort me back out, but instead of leading me towards my cell, he lead me down a long corridor where a door was at the end.

"Listen up, your friend Kanye is gonna be waiting for you at the end of this hall when you open the door. It is crucial that you just do what he says and don't ask questions until later. And if anyone asks, I didn't help you, you did it alone. Now go before they realize you're gone," he whispered. I was a bit shocked, but I set off, sprinting towards the door at the end of the hall. When I finally reached it, I busted it open, seeing Kanye in the driver's seat of a car.

"What are you waiting for?! Get the fuck in!" I rushed into the back seat and found a set of fresh clothes. "Change." I began changing, being sure Kanye ain't catch a glimpse of anything. "Nigga I ain't Beyoncé. It's not like I want to see all that," he said as he sped down a two laned road. After I had finally changed, I jumped into the front seat and looked out of the window at the land that passed. "We're meeting Bey and Jeremy up the road a little ways. When ya'll are reunited or whatever, the two of ya'll are gonna take this car and Jeremy and I are gon take off the opposite way back home. You follow this road you'll reach New Mexico in a few days." I smiled. I had such great niggas, I mean who would do this for you? Put their freedom on the line to get your ass out of prison.

"Man, you real." He smiled and patted my back, mainting lighting speed.

"Here's the catch though. bro. Once we seperate here, we can't have any more contact with ya'll. We already in danger of getting caught and contacting ya'll in any kind of way is just gon make it worse." I slowly nodded my head, taking it in that I'd never see Jeremy or Kanye again. He's been like the brother I never had. We always took care of each other. If one needed more money for their family or anything, we had the other's back. Here he is saving my ass again and I have no way to even thank him properly. Jeremy too. Always gave me the most logical advice when I was thinking like an idiot. Always made me smile. Always there.

"Ima miss you man. You like my brother. You always gettin my ass out of trouble. We been through too much bruh." I watched as he drummed his thumbs along the beaten leather steering wheel.

"Don't make me cry with that lovey dovey shit nigga. We said we would always have each other's backs and I'm good for my word." We exchanged the handshake we used to do when we were teenagers. After a while, we approached a normal looking Toyota Camry that was pulled to the side of the road. Kanye pulled to a stop next to it and I immediately opened the door and got out, anxious to touch Bey, hold her, hug her, kiss her. She ran around the side of the car and threw her arms around my neck and I let our lips fall into place.

"I didn't know if you were going to be okay," she whispered to me as I saw tears form at the brims of her eyes that were heavily lined.

"I'm okay, ma. We're untouchable," I whispered back with a smile, making her grin as well before I kissed her soft lips again that tasted like cotton candy. She turned to the left and gave Jeremy a big bear hug and he chuckled softly, returning the hug.

"Thank you so much for everything, Jeremy." He rubbed her back soothingly and kissed her cheek.

"Be safe, Beyoncé," he replied. Then it was my turn. Jeremy and I exchanged a bro hug and we laughed softly.

"Ima miss you, nigga," I added with a smile. "You my brother."

"Aye, just cause we not talking don't mean we noT brothers. Once brothers, always brothers," he said with a smile. "Be safe, man."

"I will, I will. I got precious cargo," I responded with a smile and placed an arm around Bey's shoulders, letting her snuggle her head into my chest.

"Thanks ya'll." I opened the door for Bey and let her get in before shutting her door and getting in on my side. I rolled down the windows before we left and we waved at them with a bitterweet smile before pulling off, just the two of us. Hov and Bey.

We drove in a comfortable silence for a few miles while she rested her head on my shoulder. We pulled to a stop at a gas station and I got out of the car, but I noticed something so different about Beyoncé. She used to look so sweet and innocent, you could see it in her eyes, but now, she looked so.... Bitter. Angry. And so was I. But I couldn't help but feel responsible for taking her life from her. They say you can't turn a bad girl good, but once a good girl's goin bad, she's gone forever. I'll mourn forever.

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Bey's P.O.V.

I watched as Jay went inside of the gas station to pay for the gas and I just prayed to God that nobody would recognize us. I waited patiently for a few minutes until I heard a loud bang that I knew was a gun shot. I grabbed the hand gun from out of my purse and headed inside. Jay had shot into the air while the man behind the counter watched in fear.

"I'm trying to pay for the goddamned gas and you're causing problems!" A woman and a man with her, whom I assumed was her boyfriend, stood in the back near the drinks and she screamed as I kept my gun aimed to shoot and anyone.

"Stop screaming bitch! Shut the fuck up! Now give me what's in your goddamned pockets and do it now! Money, watches, jewelry, all that shit!" The man trembled in fear.

"Please do-"

"Didn't I say shut the hell up?!" I asked, and shot him, being sure not to kill him just scare him, so the bullet landed in his arm. They said no more as Jay got the money from the register and headed out to fill up out tank. I didn't feel any remorse that I used to feel when we did things like this. I just felt so.... Angry. Like the world had made this monster of me and now it was their turn to pay for what they've made me. The woman handed me her jewelry and wallet and I stuffed them into my shorts pocket. I turned about to leave, but I turned back around. "Oh, what the heck," I said before shooting them both dead. I then began walking out of the gas station, but before I did so, I grabbed a pack of cigarettes, a watermelon Arizona tea, a corona, and a pack of hot fries. I stepped over the dead man who worked the register and got into the passenger side of the car, where Jay waited at the wheel.

"Gangsta Bey is back?" he asked with a chuckle and I smiled and laughed.

"She never left," I replied before pressing my lips unto his and he pulled off.

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A/N

Yas gangsta Bey is back. I feel like I really was back at the concert again from watching the HBO special it was so good. And I loooooooooved seeing the Song Cry part again it is one of my favorite parts of the showw! I'm really glad I watched it especially refreshed my mind from some of the things I had in mind so the pace is going to pick back up, I promise. Update next Friday guys! Vote, comment, etc. Thanks for reading!

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