Crazy What They Called...Him/Jay and Bey

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3:51 pm

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Waiting on these 39 minutes to roll by so I can go home. I am just over life. And for once I'm getting slightly happier now. Because the anticipation of my day is finally ending. I can once again be me.

As I'm living in my mind, I dare hear my boss approach me from my right side. "Knowles." He called to me.

"Yes sir?" I responded, but in my mind, I'm annoyed by my thoughts being interrupted.

"I need you to work overtime." He said.

"Um sir..."I began, he turned around,"You sure no one else can?" I asked.

"Yes I'm sure, If I wasn't I would've asked someone else," He added.

"Yes sir," I frustratedly said.

This is exactly why I hate my fucking life. I just want to go home. I don't wanna be at this stink ass job anymore. UGH!!!!! Is it wrong to want to die.

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6:15

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Still whisking away at this fucking computer still wanting to go home. The foolery and the fuckery. I am so fucking tired. All I wanna do is sleep. Well at least I'ma have me a fat ass check.

Growing more tired by the second, I get up and walk over to the coffee stand. Getting me a donut and preparing my coffee. As I stand there and wait, someone creeps themselves up behind. I turn around in shock to Kevin standing there.

"Get the fuck away from me!" I spat, trying to push him.

"Why Bey...c'mon you know you want it,"He tried to kiss me.

"No step the fuck off me!"I punched him hard as fuck. He fell back hitting the wall. He rubbed his nostrils feeling a liquid drain from it's pours.

He straightened himself up. "Mark my words bitch..." He began to come closer, "I'm gonna get your ass."

I huffed by fear and relief at the same time. I can't believe this nigga. The nerve of men; they are selfish beings as could be any human.

I grabbed my coffee, took another donut and rushed back to my seat. I couldn't bare the thought of this nigga being on my ass. I cried softly in my seat, rubbing my neck; scared to witness this attack and yet scared to report it as well.

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9:27

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I scooted from my chair, walking away to the door so I could clock my self out. I am so tired and I am ready to go home. I hopped in the elevator, heading down to the garage. I take a deep breath of relief as the doors open. I began to walk to my car, when someone grabs me from behind, by my neck.

I gasped as I was thrown to the cold concrete. "Didn't I tell you I was gonna get you bitch?!"I heard Kevin aggressively say.

"No! Get the fuck off me!" I spat back. He slapped me. "Help!..Help!"I yelled. He hit me harder.

"Shut the fuck up bitch!" He forcefully pulled my pants off.

"Kevin no please stop, please!"I pleaded. He ignored my pleading cries and tried to force himself in me and then suddenly. POW!

Kevin's movement just stopped all of a sudden. Like his body flew in attack. I was lost...then he fell off me and blood was on my stomach. I had seen that someone shot him. Then looked up and seen a man in all black wearing a black ski-mask. He was tall, probably 6'3 or 6'4. I couldn't see his other features just his height. But I could tell he was black.

He began to walk towards. I scooted fast as fuck and tried to get away. He quickly grabbed my neck and pulled me up and put the gun to my head.

"Give me all ya fucking money or I'll blow ya brains out!" He sternly threatened.

I began to think...maybe it won't be so bad dying; I could finally live happily in my peace.

"Go ahead and kill me...I already hate my life anyway."I softly stated. His eyes stayed stern but he dropped me from where I was. But grabbed me by my arm. Yet I grew confused as to why he let me go.

"Where's your car?"He asked.

"Nigga I don't know you!"I added. He flipped that gun on me so fast.

"Where the fuck is your car?!" He asked, raising his voice. His gun aimed at my stomach.

"It's this way..."I calmed my voice. In this situation I feel as if I have no choice. But do I really care...hell no! I am loving my new beginning.

I click my car keys twice. It unlocked. I hopped in the driver side and he sat in the passenger. He kept the gun at me. We both put our seat belts on. And I drove off to the security gate and out of the garage. Back to my place...

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