Christopher

Have you ever wanted to flap your wings like a bird, reach the clouds and keeping your wings steady as if you're levitating? That feeling of wanting to be among the clouds and see heaven, speculate whether the clouds are as soft as they say they are. Whether you know you can't feel them. That feeling of wanting to be happy and to make sure your loved ones are too.

They say what we see will forever be a memory, whether you think you forgot it, it's still there just hidden knowing very well it's not relevant in the current situation. I saw what I saw and what I saw is my wife hurting and I didn't even know. I watched those tears fall down her cheeks as she consumed whatever medication it was and what am I doing about it? Nothing. Just sitting here worried that she'll be okay waiting to go promote 50's party and leave first thing in the morning.

Could it be that me coming here to New York really hurt her? Or is it because I pressure her into things? What have I done to make her feel this way?

"Man, what's wrong? You look like someone just ate your Lays." Tj cupped my shoulder chortling for awhile until he noticed I didn't start laughing, then in came Della and Jake.

"Nothing man, it's just I need to go back home tomorrow." I don't feel the need to be sharing everything that happens at home. I've learned to not trust anybody over the years and it's done me good. Especially not sharing my personal information to people who 'are' there.

"Aight, hope everything's cool though." He respected my privacy and I respected his. I don't think I could even go through this whole party without thinking about her. "There's been a change of planes." He grabs our attention whilst his eyes are glued onto his phone.

"50's party won't be at the club no mor-"

"Better make sure you know your shoe size and that you're wearing socks because we're going skating." Della finishes the sentence for him,m. Tj wasn't one bit happy since he folded his arms like a five year old child who didn't have things go his way.

"For a second I thought this news would cheer him up" Jake ranted to himself, taking a sip of water from his bottle.

"Cheer up, Christopher, I know times are tough for you by the signals you're giving us but whatever is you have going on, it will be okay and it'll sort itself out. Put in Gods hands." Della patted my back, creating a small smile to etch upon my lips but it was barely a smile. Almost as none existent as Mona Lisa's one.

This place I call heaven always has me levitated like the standoffish bird I am. The scenery surrounding my whereabouts was blurring. Statically reversing and fast-forwarding into motion, moving my body to the upbeat song, skating narrowly with no control. The crowd of people who were intoxicated, sexually frustrated, emotional or simply partying and I wasn't in either of those categories yet. I don't really know why I'm still here when I had already taken enough photos. My eyebrows knitted together when my eyes lay upon a silhouette petite body frame. I blinked a few times to adjust my focus point making it easier to make out the body that caught my attention into a net skating towards me.

A small petite female with butterscotch melanin filled with small ink art on her hand; dark pupils with thick waxed eyebrows which creates a french Hispanic visage and thick petite lips which were succulent. Maybe from the bottle of Hennessy she was holding with her small hands. Our orbs met with a strike of awareness hitting my nerves; I'm drunk. I fluttered my eyes like a bird's wings batting when in flight as I felt my breath being stolen by this fascinating thief from my lips.

"Having fun, big boy?" I heard her zesty alto voice that had a sweet twinge to it ring through my eardrums. Her face was in perfect order and now it's as if the girl was mutating her head. I flutter my eyes once more and her face was back to normal. I felt tipsy as if I had no balance.

"Yeah, I'm great!" I project my voice so she can hear me over the loud music. I lost my balance, nearly falling but I held onto her. Woah. Why have my hands landed on her breasts?

"A little confident are we?" Flash! I looked over to where it came from. I shook it out of my thoughts turning my attention to this girl. I squinted my eyes and saw that it was my beautiful wife. I smiled wrapping my arms around her.

"Are you trying a new brand of perfume? Because this is working, love." My words slurred a bit. "I love you and I don't want you to ever do that shit again, you hear me?"

"I hear you well, how about we take this to the bedroom?" Her voice sounded different but I followed anyways. A bunch of flashes went off but I ignored them grasping, Bey's ass, it felt different. It didn't feel as soft as usual.

"Make sure the kid's don't hear us." I chuckle biting onto my lip. I've been waiting for this night.

Della

"You are a fool,I can't with you." I laughed at Tj getting rejected by this short Hispanic girl. She was pretty but she's probably fake.

"Shawty bad but she must be mad,she missing out on all of this." He popped his collar, plastering a smile upon his lips trying to 'magnet' the ladies. I'll take this as a confirmation that chivalry is officially dead. I opened my mouth to speak until my phone vibrated in my pocket. I took it out and saw that an unknown number was calling.

"Hello?" I projected my voice, blocking my other ear so I couldn't hear the racket from the crew who were contributing to the noise blasting through the speakers.

"Hello, is this Della Hamby?" A familiar voice ringed through my eardrum.

"Yes,who am I speaking to?"

"It's me, sweetie, Beyonce. I was just calling to check up on Chris.
He's not answering his phone. Is he with you?" Confusion flushed off my face feeling relieved I was not getting some anonymous threat call. Why isn't Chris answering his phone? He said he was going to leave quite early, probably asleep or something.

"I don't really know but he said he'd-" I cut myself off when I saw Chris wrapping his arms around the same girl that rejected Tj, leaving the skating rink together. My eyes widened and my mouth was left ajar."I'll have to call you right back, right now is not perfect."

"Della? Della?-" I ended the call, skating back to the crew and grabbing Tj by the arm I then pulled him along to a corner.

"Man,what's your proble-"

"Hush, did you see that?" I asked him pointing at the direction they left.

" See what?" He was perplexed.

"Chris. He left with ol' girl. The Latina that rejected you." I whispered in his ear because their could be unwanted media lurking anywhere.

"You bluffing. Chris wouldn't, he got Bey. I mean damn if I had her I'd be so faithfu-" I cut him off when I showed him a picture that's already spreading like wild fire all over social media, but it's just them talking nothing more, right? "That doesn't mean shit though and it's blurry as fuck" He squinted his eyes at my phone screen. I grabbed his arm again, dragging him out the skating rink. I took off my roller skates and so did he since he was curious of what I was going to do.

They didn't go off to far, right? So maybe we'll see if what I saw was correct. I went into the corridor where it led to the hallway and reception of this skating arena. I heard giggling and chuckling down the hall.

"Slow down, where are we going?" Tj complained catching up, he was obviously tipsy.

"You'll see." I said turning right and just in time I saw the staff locker room's door shut. I speed walked on my toes so I didn't make much noise with my pink socks on against the cold hard floor. I opened the door and heard small moans and groans. This is unpleasant.

"Have you been taking lessons for me, Bey? 'cause I'm liking this" I heard Chris' annoying voice groan. It's weird to hear the person that hired you moan. That's not normal at any stage. I scrunched up my face up as I heard the sounds getting louder. I crept closer to the locker they were behind.

"So you gon' leave all of this for a married man? You must be high as fuck." Tj blurted out coming out of his cover when he saw the girl on top of Chris in the process of unbuttoning his shirt. Chris really thought this was Beyonce? She's not even close.

"Qu'est-ce que tu veux avec moi?" She sighed getting off from Chris. She's french? What a brain twister.

"I'mma habablo your ass if you don't get your ass out of here." I eyed the skank up and down as she tip-toed out of the room. I don't even know what to say. That I'm disappointed in a drunk man's action or disappointed at a sober man's actions of not leaving?

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Thoughts?

Beyonce?

Chris?