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I killed the engine as I parked outside my home, seeing as I'm about to leave as soon as I give Chris his coffee from Starbucks and get my bags. I don't want to be late on my first day of school.

That sounds weird considering my age but I'm so excited. It was a bit chilly outside but it's probably just the morning draft. I went into the house placing the coffee cups on the counter before jogging upstairs to get my bags.  Then it hit me. The kids were probably still asleep and I needed to ask Solo if she didn't mind having them over tomorrow.

I got into the room to see Chris come out from the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and water trickling down his thorax with his hair in a curly wet mess. I bit down on my bottom lip as I watched him get his clothes out whilst I packed my necessaties into my bag.

"A good morning would be nice, Ms pervert." He chortled as he slipped on his draws followed by him pulling up his jeans. I looked away trying to hide my smile as my cheeks heated.

"Good morning, baby." I felt his presence behind me as he wrapped his arms around me, burying his face into the crook of my neck and placing a small kiss on it. "You're finally wearing that cologne I got you."

"I'd be damned if I didn't and girl why you acting like all of this ain't yours." I chuckled playfully pushing him off me as he referred to his body. "I'm serious, you out here having eye sex with me when you know all you have to do is ask-scratch that you could have sex with me without my permission because you're mine and I'm yours meaning access is automatically granted."

"okay, Christopher." I scoffed at his little statement. I swung my bag over my shoulder before standing on my tippy toes to place a kiss on his cheek. "Okay I gotta go now, stay out of trouble, I love you." He furrowed his eyebrows and instantly held onto my hand causing me to stop in my tracks.

"Where you going?" He arched his left eyebrow.

"To school, silly." I smiled turning around to make my way out, but he stopped me again. "what?" I spat irritably realising how late I was going to be if I stayed any longer.

"What do you mean you're going to school, Beyonce?" His voice changed from elated to stern which puzzled me a little.

"What do you mean Christopher? I'm going to school to learn and study. Now will you please let me go so I can kiss my babies goodbye." I yanked my hand out of his grip."And don't forget to give Reagan some cough syrup after he's eaten, I think he's getting a bit of a cold." I added before exiting the room and cutting him off from whatever he wanted to say.

I walked into the twins bedroom and found them both sleeping peacefully. I walked over to Reagan's crib first but panicked slightly when I realised he wasn't there. I moved the blankets and still couldn't spot him. Where is my child? I felt myself begin to panic more. I went over to Sabrina's crib and I found him there sleeping with his sister. They were both hugging one another in theirs sleep. I calmed down before taking my phone out to take a picture of this extremely adorable moment. I had completely forgotten that Sabrina wouldn't stop crying last night so Chris put Reagan in her crib because she was just scared of sleeping all on her own.

"Beyonce, I'm not done speaking to you." I heard Chris' voice boom. I jumped slightly as I turned around to see Chris posted by the doorway. I silently sighed before walking out the twins bedroom, closing the door softly behind me. "School? Did we not speak about this?"

"We didn'-"

"I sure do recall speaking on it."

"No we didn't, you just yelled in my face that you didn't like that idea. I refuse to be yelled at Christopher so next time if you want to 'discuss' things, arrange a time with me." I snapped walking pass him but he pulled me back by my upper arm.

"What are you now some multi-millionaire business woman that I have to arrange meetings with? You're my wif-"

"And that doesn't mean you can talk to me any way you'd like." I cut him off glaring into his chocolate brown orbs.

"You're so selfish and conceited, Beyonce. Now you can decide to make decisions for yourself and know very well that could affect everyone around yo-"

"You didn't want to listen nor did you car-"

"I'm not done speaking. I don't care if I'm younger than you. I'm the man in this house whether you like it or not and I don't approve of you going to college. Hell you got everything you need at your finger tips, what you need school for? and who's going to look after the kids? We've said this before, I can't nor can your mother or family. They've got their own lives to live and I refuse to be a burden unless you finally want to put up that nanny offer?"

I scoffed.

"Hell no, have you forgotten who we are to be hiring nannies? I can't risk anything happening to my babies, Christopher! If you don't want to feel like a burden then stay at home and take care of your kids like the grown man you say you are. It's not that hard to ask for a simple leave. Why can't you just support me?" I yanked my arm out of his grip storming into our room remembering that I had left my car keys in there. I heard the door slam open making me jump a little.

"Fuck, Chris you're going to wake the kids up."

He turned me around and pinned me against the wall causing me to drop everything. I looked into his eyes and they were dim. I was scared, maybe it was from him flaring of his nose or the heaving of his chest, or that he was that mad at me. I've never seen him like this before.

"Don't you dare say I don't support you and just because I'm Chris Brown I shouldn't feel disrespected when you're basically calling me a bad father but when it's you, I have to beg for forgiveness to the heavens. You're not going to college, cut that shit out right now. I'm out here busting my ass trying to provide for all us and keep you guys happy and now you want me to ask to go on leave which you know very well they won't let me do that for shit and the fact you're not working anymore puts more pressure on me-"

"Oh wow you big poor cry baby. You're going to pull that I'm only 28 years old shit on me? Welcome to reality, Christopher. Ain't no crying for mommy no mor-" My head snapped to the side with my hand automatically clutching my cheek over the stinging area. I gasped slightly as I quickly shut my eyes.

"Shut the fuck up, Beyonce." I shot my eyes over to him, he was really mad, I couldn't see any soul in his eyes. I felt myself start to cry. Not because he slapped me but maybe he was right.

"Why do you take my age to an advantage? Yes, fuck I'm young to be in this position but you're so blinded to see that I'm probably more mature than majority of my friends to even take the leap-"I shoved him back roughly by his chest and swiftly slapped him across the face. I cannot believe that he put his hands on me like that. What the entire hell was he thinking?

"Don't fucking put you hands on me" I spat. I fixed myself up, making my way out the room but I felt myself being yanked back by a huge tug on my hair and being pinned down to the bed.

Chris' hands were wrapped tightly around my neck as if he was making sure I couldn't breathe. I tried squirming and wriggling out of his grip but I was failing. He tried tightening and pushing my head deeper into the bed, I felt my tears stream down the side of my cheeks. He wasn't showing any mercy on me and I felt my hands grip on his writs weaken. I looked into his eyes with my vision slightly fading into darkness.

I saw face soften and he quickly took his hands off of me. I sat up breathing in as much air as I needed with my finger tips lacing over where his hands were before wiping my tears off my cheeks. I stared at him in complete shock.

"I-I'm so sorry." He uttered, he couldn't even look at me. He was ashamed. I couldn't seem to let a single word pass my lips. All I could do was breathe heavily as I tried to calm myself down.

"I really am, shit." He cursed as he stared down at me in complete horror. He quickly got up and stumbled away from me. "Fuck, I didn't mean to - I didn't know-." He hiccuped as he sat against the wall hugging his knees to himself as he rocked himself back and forth, profantinating under his breath. The door creaked opened and I quickly diverted my wide eyes towards it only to see Sabrina standing there hugging her teddy bear.

"Mommy, Daddy..." Chris buried his face into the palm of his hands and I motioned for her to come to me.

"Yes, baby." I sat her on my lap an embraced her in a hug. Shoving her face into my neck so that she wasn't able to see her father unraveling on the floor beside her. I softly cried as I combed my fingers through her hair curly which she had gotten from her dad.

"Don't cry mommy."

"I'm not, baby, mommy is just having an allergy reaction." I sniffed.

"I hungry." She mumbled.

We both were startled by the door being slammed. He had stormed out.

Christopher

"Just a glass of Hennessy please." I noted the bartender. He nodded, swiftly returning back to work. I sat with my head hung low. Making sure my hat was covering me up properly. I didn't want any unwanted attention. I could feel the stained tears on my cheeks from before.

"Man, you're just going to sit there and sulk or are you going to tell me what the fuck is going on between the two of you?" Keith asked as he faced me in the barstool he was sat on beside me.

"I...." my voice cracked and my eyes watered. "I-i put my hands on her"

His face scrunched up in confusion as he thought about what I had just said. I could see that he was extremely confused but once he came into realization of what I actually said, you could plainly see the anger and shock that now overtook his entire face.

"Beyonce? You put your hands on beyonce?"

I sighed as I instantly grabbed the glass the bartender had just put down in front of me, quickly downing it.

"I feel like complete shit"

Keith scoffed. "You should feel like shit. What the fuck were you thinking!?" He gritted.

"I don't know man. We were just arguing and- i just lost it. Its like I blacked out and next thing I know my hands are wrapped around her neck and she's crying." I sadly confessed as i downed another glass.

"Damn. I dont know what to say man." He sighed as he rubbed his head.

Silence over took us as we downed our drinks. Listening to the music that sunk into our ears playing in the backround. I didn't know what I was thinking. This isn't the first time I've blacked out and put my hands on someone. Y'all should already know. It's just I never in a million thought that I'd put my hands on the love of my life.

Beyonce means the entire world to me and it truly kills me to know that I'm the one that put bruises around her neck and on her pretty face. I've been through shit like this before but I thought those bad days were behind me. I was sure that those days were behind me. I still couldn't get over the thoughts that were running around in my head. Why does this always happen to me? I never meant to hurt her. Fuck. Guess shit never goes straight when it comes to me.

"Is the first time you've done it or...." He trailed off.

"First." I said before indulging in the hard bitter liquor, hoping it could just make me forget about all of this.

"And make sure it's your only. I don't understand though, what was the arguement about?" He asked ordering a round of shots for me, I furrowed my eyebrows because i'm not really intending on getting drunk, but I shrugged it off.

"Look man, I trust you and all but Bey and I promised each other we wouldn't share our business like that with anybody." I said putting down the empty glass and the five small cups filled with some tequila fusions arrived. My stomach was already uneasy as it is.

I shouldn't have told him about me putting my hands on Bey. I know that. I just needed someone to vent to. That didn't mean that I'd just air out our entire business like that. It wasn't necessary.

"I understand man, but how about we have a little turn up tonight and just forget your sorrows and maybe act your age again." He pushed the glasses towards me. I looked back and forth between him and the shots before bursting out into a chuckle.

"Act my age? I am acting my age."

"Nigga shut the fuck up. You a whole lie. You don't party no more. You refuse to smoke or to even hang with-"

"Didn't you know I cut them niggas off?"

"Oh damn but that's not the point. The point is you're-"

"Grown, matured, I'm woke and happy?" He playfully punched me. My laughter died down when my eyes glanced over the ring on my finger. I really fucked up. What if Sabrina was standing there the whole time? What will she think of me. "Y'know what? You're right I need to loosen up a bit." I grabbed the first glass and stared at it for a brief moment before chugging down the substance in one go. I scrunched up my face at how strong it was.

"There you go" He cheered me on as I downed all of them. "Yo, man get us another round." He ordered. I felt the liquor get to me, I can't get too drunk I need to get home. Apologise to my wife.

"No no man, this is enough, I need to go home." I shook my head trying to regain my focus on my whereabouts. My stomach was really uneasy now and I felt by the second I was disappointing Bey. I didn't want to disappoint her more than I already have.

"Do you really think, Bey wants to see you after that fiasco you pulled? Give her some time to proces-"

"No, Keith, I need to go home to my family." I spat standing up then I felt myself being sat down by petite hands. I looked around and saw that there were two girls standing beside me with their hands touching all over me. "Watch your hands, I'm married." I snapped.

They walked away when Keith motioned them to go. I knitted my eyebrows together when I saw him put something in my drink but I was probably just seeing things.

"Okay but just one last drink and I'll let you go." He said pushing the drink towards me. I pursed my lips together debating on whether I should take it or not. I shrugged the thoughts off before chugging down the drink so I could just go. I put down the glass tasting something really funny. That's new. I scrunched up my face as I felt a fuzzy feeling take over my body like a insects crawling all over me.

"What the fuck is in this?" Were the last words I remembered escaping my lips.

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