Family Feud: Vendetta Pt. 2 {FIN}

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Beyoncé looked around the room before sighing heavily. Her back was becoming sore from laying on the uncomfortable mattress. She got up and paced back and forth in the darkness, reflecting on the chain of events that led her here.

It's sad to say that in the midst of all of this she still missed Shawn. She missed the time that they spent together. The vacationing, the quality time, the sex, the smiles, the laughs... everything that was good about it.

She imagined him as two different people. Shawn and Hova. Shawn. The man she fell so deeply in love with in such a short amount of time. The man she imagined spending her life with and popping out a basketball team for. Then there was Hova. The man still on her radar to kill. The man that was so foul and cared about nothing but himself and his assets.

"I can't believe Shawn would get me kidnapped." She mumbled to herself as she walked around in the darkness. "Is he crazy?" She wondered if she made him crazy or was he already out here kidnapping people for fucking with him.

B could hear the locks turning and rolled her eyes, preparing herself. "Hey, you." The lights came on and she heard his voice, but chose not to respond. Unable to tell what time it was because of the darkness, she assumed it was some time in the afternoon since Corey had been napping.

She looked him in the face and ignored him. She just continued to walk around the room.

"Don't be rude, B. I brought you Chick Fil A... Your favorite. I got you a spicy deluxe sandwich and I got little man the nuggets. Lemonade for you, fruit punch for the boy."

"Thank you." She mumbled still not walking over to the table. He removed everything from the bag and set it up on the table for them.

"Come on, now. I'm trying to be nice." He said noticing how distant she was being. "Come over here and eat something."

Slowly, Beyoncé stopped pacing. She picked Corey up and sat him at the table with her. She had no appetite, but she knew he would get angry with her if she didn't start to eat. Corey, on the other hand, loved Chick Fil A. He immediately picked a nugget up and ate it, even though he was half asleep. Nothing was going to stop him from eating chicken nuggets.

"Are you going to eat, Beyoncé?" Marcus asked, folding his arms over his chest as he glanced down at her.

She sighed and picked up a French fry to eat. She nibbled on a few before picking at the sandwich. "How long are you going to keep us here?" She asked him quietly, looking down at her fingers.

"Until Hova comes home." He said angrily, slamming his hand against the wall. "I'm saving you for him!" B put Corey down in the chair and stood up to face Marcus.

"He's not coming home! Ever! Did he tell you to do this? I need to know if this was his doing." Beyoncé cried. "I'm sorry. Tell him I'm sorry.. why would he want you to do this to his son?" Her tears came out quickly, even though she had tried to stop them.

"I ain't doing shit to that boy, but feeding him and buying him toys." Marcus defended. "He's fine. He's happy, look at his little ass."

"And what about me?"

"And what about you, bitch?" He scoffed. "You getting exactly what you deserve... matter of fact," he angrily grabbed her by the shirt she was wearing and slapped her across the face with the quickness. "Don't ask me no more questions. I'm in charge here."

She winced and held her stinging face with her hand. "You look like you're young... too young. Why are you doing this? He can't make you ruin your life like this. You're too young, I'll help you... I'll help you get away from him. He can't make you do this. Please." Marcus slapped her three more times and yelled for her to shut up.