Beyonce Don't! Kelly pulled her back Beyonce looked down to the Rita who was sprawled out on the ground when I bloody lip and a broken nose.

Shit! Bey why'd you have to beat her ass like that. Kelly yelled

Beyonce couldn't even speak, she stared down at her, eyeing her trying to get up.

What the fuck did you do? Shawn yelled as she walked in the house with lightly scratched to the arm and chest and bloody knuckles.

She walked passed him, and went to the kitchen and grabbed a towel, and walked back outside and threw it on top of Rita's face and kicked in her side and walked toward her car and left Kelly there.

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3 hours later

Beyonce went driving around the city, to get her mind of off things but every time she tried that night replayed in her mind.

She began to lightly put her head on the steering wheel and as hard as she tried she began to think about the day he left and went to that damn party with Rita. and everything went left, and the night he cheated. It was killing her that she never got the closure she really needed besides that fact that he didn't love her anymore, but for him to quickly leave and be with someone else, made her feel less than.

A few minutes her cell phone was ringing and it was Shawn asking her where did she had gone? and that he was sorry about Rita. Beyonce ignored it and went to Kelly's house and went upstairs to see if blue was still sleeping she rocked her a little to get her up, to go home.

Beyonce, Let her sleep, Just go back home, she's fine. Kelly whispered

Okay, Beyonce said rubbing her eye. and walked downstairs.

B, You need time to think on things. Kelly said.

I know, I know I'm trying its hard. she stated.

You'll get through this Kelly said hugging her while walking her to the car, call me when you get home.

I will, and thanks again.

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This house Still ain't a home.

I tried to make a home outta you.

But doors lead to trapdoors. A stairway leads to nothing.

Unknown women wander the hallways at night.

Where do you go when you go quiet?

You remind me of my father, a magician. Able to exist in two places at once.

In the tradition of men in my blood you come home at 3AM and lie to me.

What are you hiding? The past, and the future merge to meet us here.

What luck. What a fucking curse.