"...It wasn't always a hit and run relationship It use to be love, happiness and companionship..." - Tupac Shakur
The Shakur Residents Beyoncé Knowles-Shakur POV
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"Mommy, daddy said hurry up." Stoping what I was doing I glanced up at my smiling 5 year old son through my vanity mirror.
"I'm coming Amaru." I smiled hearing the pitter patter of his feet speeding down the hall following a small "okay".
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Grabbing my cheek hugging highlighter brush from the FENTY collection I finished applying my MO' HUNNY highlight successfully masking all remnants of last nights altercation. I stood, gently pulling my softly curled hair into a neat bun pulling out a few strands here and there to sooth the subtle throbbing.
Last night
"Bitch what did you just say to me? I told you that Jada is my best friend since birth. You always bring this shit up with yo insecure ass." Pac huffed taking his jewelry off. Glancing back at the digital clock that was perched on the beside table it displayed the time 3:52am. Now I may be a lot of things but a fool isn't one. I smelled that fragrance on his Louis V when he entered the room. The cheap perfume unfamiliar to me knowing that I wasn't the owner. The pink shade of lipstick that coated his lips was a dead give away. It was her signature lip.
"Who the fuck do you think I am!" I screamed sitting up in the California king bed He I shared. "You dumb motherfucka, I know you've been sleeping with the bitch! The evidence is literally everywhere. From the late night calls to the cheap ass smell of Victoria Secrets perfume lingering on your clothes."
His head snapped back to me as he charged towards me delivering a hard slap to my face that sent my head crashing back into the headboard.
"Didn't I tell you to watch who you fucking talking to? You done lost yo fucking mind bitch!" He gritted pulling me back by my hair just to deliver another blow to my face. I could taste the all too familiar metallic taste of blood seeping into my taste buds as he pushed my head back.
