The Holy Trinity One Shots

The Crying Game

Are you alone?
Do you need someone? Is it too late to talk?
Did I wait too long?
Thousand words
Don't change a thing
Is it only three?
Three words that you're missing?

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Los Angeles, CA
Beyoncé's POV

I've always had this good feeling about my next door neighbor. She has this way about her that just draws you in.

But almost every night I hear them fighting... Hear her crying after he leaves. I've really only seen her face, and have never spoken directly to her, but her voice is beautiful. Soft, angelic and with a hint of an accent.

Their fights are usually about him stepping out on her, and it sounds like we've got a repeat on tonight. I rub my temples in annoyance as their shouting increases. Maybe a walk to the store will give me enough time for their fight to end. 

I grab my jacket and check my piece before tucking it into my jeans, and slip my shoes on. Some fresh air might be nice too.

I look up into the winter sky, admiring the stars that are actually showing in the heavily polluted air as I inhale deeply.

Moving from Houston to LA was a big change for me, but I knew my business would thrive here. A few of my most loyal niggas moved here prior, so I decided to start somewhere that I had at least a small crew under me.

"Whas up, BK?" One of my corner boys spots me as I walk towards the store.

"Aye Jr." I dap him up before nodding to the few guys around him. "You doin good?"

"Of course. You know you take good care of us." I smile and nod before shaking up with him once more.

"I'll catch you later, Jr."

I walk into the store and go to the water, grabbing one of the Fijis. I see some Now & Laters by the front, so I grab those too.

I see a little kid, no more than eight, counting his change at the counter. "I gotchu lil man." He looks up and smiles widely at me. I smile back when I see he doesn't have any front teeth. "Thanks, BK."

"No problem. Get Jr. to walk you home, aight?" He gives me another cheeky grin and nods before grabbing his stuff and running out the store. I see him go to Jr who looks up at me and nods, so I smile and nod back.

"What's up old man?" I ask Mike, the guy who owns the store.

"Old? I'm seventy-two years young, whatchu talkin bout old?" I chuckle and nod. "You stayin safe, Bey?"

"You know I am, Mike. You good? You need anything?"

"No ma'am. I'm good. Thank you for asking." I hand him a hundred dollar bill and tell him to keep the change before quickly leaving, so he's unable to try and give it back.

I get off my apartment complex's elevator and collide head on with the nigga who keeps me up all night with all his bitch ass screamin. "Watch where ya goin, bitch."

I don't know if this nigga didn't see who I was or if he has a death wish, either way he's not gonna be disrespecting me. I pull out my piece and swiftly turn around, pressing it to the back of his head.