Beyonce p.o.v
I passed up the liqour store running down the street wearing my grey jogging pants, and a used to be white shirt but i haven't washed in months. Out of breath i made a sharp turn right into the suburbs where i knew i could find help. Ditching my ex boyfriends Mustang i finally approached a nice house. I banged on the door hoping they would awake from their sleep to open this door before i was killed. Suddenly the door pops open and without thinking i rushed in the house locking the door. I caught my breath after hearing Tygas car passing by out of my reach. Once i looked up i saw a chocolate, gorgeous man about the age of 25/26 staring down at me worried. Probably because i had a busted up lip, black eye, messy hair, dirty clothes, and worst of all i was sweating bullets.
He sat me down and gave me a bottle of water, then he headed upstairs. He came back down with a tshirt, shorts, bra, underwear, and a towel.
"Thank u"
"It's okay just go get cleaned up and you'll sleep in the guest room. Now goodnight" he said pointing towards the room and heading back upstairs.
I finished cleaning up and i put on the clothes he gave me. Before sleeping i peeked out the window seeing no sign of Tyga so i guess im safe for tonight.
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Survivor
FanfictionA girl named Beyonce is in some deep trouble. She hasn't had the perfect life, until one day she found the right guy who changed her forever. She's also made some really good friends but also some enemies. How will this turn out? Will their relation...
