Chapter 2 

Beyonce’s world was crushed, Jay-Z just sat on the couch, speechless, Solange sat on the end of the couch trying to find something happy on TV.

*touches Beyonce’s leg* Jay-Z: Bey….

*Beyonce walks away and Jay gets up*

Jay-Z: Bey.

*Beyonce starts walking to the room*

Jay-Z: Beyo-

Beyonce: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT.

Jay-Z: WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE THIS?

Beyonce: Why im acting like this? WHY IM ACTING LIKE THIS? Nigga, Do you know what the fuck happened today? You fucking messed up.

Jay-Z: *walks to Beyonce* How am I messed up?

Beyonce: *Beyonce turns around, she has a towel in her hand* You hollered at me this morning ASKING me to wash your damn clothes THEN after I refused to wash em’ you pushed  me down and KNOCKED my damn baby out my hand like im some kind of slave trynna BREAK out of slavery!!! Then YOU break my BABY’S arms, walk out the damn house like you some IKE TURNER or something, Then I call you at the damn hospital and you act like a damn fool acting like you don’t know I told you. BITCH *hits him with the towel* WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THIS SHIT?  YOU ACT LIKE THIS NEVER FUCKING HAPPENED? You don’t even CARE that you own baby is LOST!!!!!!!!!!!

Jay-Z: Babe, I think we just need some *starts to caress her* love.

Beyonce: JAY.

Jay-Z: WHAT?

Beyonce: I DON’T WANT YOUR DAMN DICK TONIGHT. *starts packing bags* I’m going to go find my damn baby, and until you act like you want your baby back, im staying in a hotel, fuck this shit. *starts leaving out room*

Jay-Z: But Babe!

Beyonce: GOODBYE JAY.

*Solange just awkwardly stands there*

*Beyonce hops inside the car*

Jay-Z: *runs* HEY HEY HEY! Where you going with my damn car? *Solange pops out the door*

Beyonce: WHERE I SAID I WAS GOING. 

Jay-Z: HOW AM I GOING TO GET TO THE STUDIO TOMORROW?

Beyonce: GET A TAXI NIGGAH……….*drives off*

Jay-Z: BITCH…….

*Jay hits the car, but hurts himself, his knuckles are bleeding when he walks inside the house*

*Jay shakes hand* Jay-Z: Goddammit.

Solange: What just went on? *shocked*

Jay-Z: Nothing, just….just… just go home.

Solange: *packs purse* Okay. I gotta go check on my OWN man anyways.

Jay-Z: Then go….

Solange: Okay don’t get twisted nigga. I’ll knock the ash off your lips….

Jay-Z: Man nigga, shut up over there looking like the broke down version of Diana Ross

Solange: …….bye

Jay-Z: Bye! And comb that bush while you at it.

Solange: *pats  weave*

Beyonce is going to the area where Blue Ivy stolen. She looks for 3 hours, no where to be found, she says a prayer:

Beyonce: 

Dear God,

I know you know that my baby is there, I know she somewhere in this town lord, Blue is the world to me, She changed my life completely, I don’t know what else to do lord. What did I do to deserve this? Is it because of my music? Is it because of the conflict between me and my mom? What? Tell me why Lord, Tell me. I want my daughter back, I wont be able to go to sleep tonight without kissing her on the check, hugging her tight, giving her a bath, that’s my child, I cant stop thinking about her.

And whom ever or who ever she’s with lord, please, please, keep her safe.

In the name of Jesus I pray.

Amen. 

To Be Countinued....