Dr. Knowles

Explanations

"Bey..." She turned around and a look of anger and horror engulfed my face......

"What do you want Shawn?"

"Bey what happened?" I walked over to her side and touched her. "Who did that to you? "

"What do you want?"

"I want to talk--"

"Then talk"

"What happened bey? Who did that to you?"

"Why does it matter to you?"

"Because I care..."

"You have a real funny way of showing it. First you yell at me for taking your son out not even giving me a chance to explain why. Then you rush in here trying to act like the concerned friend. You're so full of shit Shawn."

"Bey, please its not like. I had a reason why I acted like that. It goes deeper than that. Im genuinely sorry, just because I yelled doesn't mean I stopped caring about you."

"Why then? Why did you act like that towards me? Tell me Shawn because right now, all Im thinking is that you are just an asshole who ain't shit."

".....Its about Jerome's mom.  When she was alive she took him to this crack house and almost had him molested. I didn't know where he was and I guess I had a flashback of some sort. please understand where I'm coming from..." I paused and let bey speak.

".... Alright. You get a pass this time. But next time please tell what was going on. You kept me in the dark."

"I'm sorry about what I said bey. I was just mad."

"Its fine." Bey walked over and hugged me. She tried to walk past. I guess she was hoping that our little heart to heart would make me forget about her.

"I'm not done...what happened to your face?"

"......."

"BEY"

"It was Michael." She spoke so softly I needed her to repeat it.

"What?"

"It was Michael."

I turned around to leave but bey yelled after me.

"Shawn wait..where are you going?"

"I'm about to handle that nigga"

"Shawn don't. Just let--"

"BEY THAT NIGGA PUT HIS HANDS ON YOU. HE GAVE YOU A BLACK EYE AND SCRATCHES ALL OVER YOUR FUCKING FACE. I'M NOT GONNA SIT AROUND AND WAIT FOR HIM TO DO IT AGAIN. I DON'T LET NO NIGGA PUT HIS HANDS ON MY GIRL. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHO HE IS"

"Shawn I know, but Shawn please just think about it. If you do something it'll get all over the papers and the news. Twitter, IG, tumblr even. Please just don't do anything. If you want to help,  help me."

"I DONT GIVE A FUCK IF THE WHOLE WORLD FINDS OUT. HE HURT YOU. THAT NIGGA IS DOME FOR."

Bey grabbed my hand and led me to her desk  and leaned me back so I could sit on it. She hugged me and held me while I calmed down. I was so pissed off that he did that shit.

"Bey tell me exactly what happened?"

"Well he came to my hotel and was yelling at me. He told me his firm let him go because he lost a huge client because of my bullshit. I don't even know what he was talking about. We started yelling and the next thing you know he's on top of me punching me and kicking me." Bey looked down as she told the story.  A tear rolled down her face and I couldn't resist from wiping it away.

I rubbed her back. I knew I was the client that Michael lost and I felt so damn guilty. How am I supposed to tell her? Would she even want to see me if she knew I was the cause of her trouble. Its crazy how the tables have turned. Now I'm the bad guy. I looked at her fave. It was red, black and purple. Her lip and forehead at cuts on them and the side of her fave was somewhat swollen. Why the hell did she even come to school?

I kept thinking and I knew I would have to tell her. I just pray she wont hate me.

"Bey... "

"Yea shawn."

"I'm the client."

Bey was quiet for a long time. I dont know if I did the right thing. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything. The silence was killing me. I just wanted her to talk to me...

"Look Id understand if you don't want me to--"

"How did you make him lose his job?" Bey spoke calmly.

"Well remember on your birthday we saw you at the mall and Jerome spilled the beans about Michael?..."

"Yea..."

"Well as you know I knew Michael. I told him that I couldn't work for a firm that didn't have  moral code and condoned his type of behavior. Also, he wasn't shit for treating you like that and I didn't think someone who cheats on his fiance should work with me."

"Shawn... Thank you. I know that you were only doing that out the kindness of your heart. I understand. Its not your fault this happened."

"I know but let me make it up to you."

"How exactly are you going to do that?" Bey smiled and walked slowly towards me.

"Well first I would ask you out. Then when you say yes. I'll take you out to one of the most beautiful restaurants in new York. I'll have the whole restaurant emptied out just for us.  I'd play some nice, slow music and we'd dance all night" as I spoke I grabbed beys hand and spun her into my arms so she was now in front of me with my chest pressed into her back. I rocked her side to side like there was music playing." Then after we dance I'll take you back home and hopefully I can come in and we can stay in for the rest of the night, staying innocent of course."

I still held bey and I nestled my head in her neck. She smelled so good. She had the biggest smile on her face and I knew she would be mine.

"Now how do you know I'd say yes."

"I don't,  but I'm really hoping you do" I stared into her eyes and looked for an answer.

"Well Shawn I would love to but just understand that I don't want a relationship as of now....Michael and I just split not to long ago and I'm still recovering from that. Ok?"

I rolled my eyes at the sound of Michaels name. I still want to beat his ass but for now I just want to focus on keeping beys wish.

"So can I pick you up Friday night?"

"Yes you can"

"Alright bey. I'll see you later. "I hugged her and started walking for the door.

"Wait Shawn..."

"Yea" I walked back to her and she wrapped her arms around my neck for one more hug. Then I felt her soft, plump lips on the side of my face. She had to be teasing me. I looked at her hoping for another but she just smiled and shook her head.

I walked out with hope and joy. I had a date.