This was the 56th voicemail Beyoncé would send to Y/n. When the calls wouldn't work, it was time for the voicemails. She started off nice, telling Y/n to come home but the more voicemails there were, the more it progressed to it being aggressive.
"Y/n baby come home please. I miss you alright? Come home to me. Come back please. I need you okay?"
Another voicemail.
"Y/n, I know you're hearing these voicemails. Come home please! I need you! You've been gone for hours. Come back please."
Another voicemail.
"Y/n get your ass back here. I fucking need you back home please. Can you please just fucking come back? Where the fuck has your ass been? What? You're in another bitch's pussy or some shit? I wish the fuck you would. Fucking come back home to me."
And another.
"Stop fucking playing with me Y/n Y/l/n. Get your ass back home this instant. I'm tired of this whole bullshit. What the fuck happened to you. If you don't get back home I'm burning this place down. I'm gonna ruin your shit so you better think wisely."
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Tears ran down her face at the thought of the love of her life possibly not returning home back to her. Back inside her.
She slammed the phone down french inhaling the cigarette, then taking the occasional sips of the cocktail but it no longer burned her throat.
Why didn't she want her. She made herself easy to love, what was so hard about it? Constantly she would question herself, her lover, and the situation. Even Y/n's own friends would remind her how much of a good wife she had. So what was she missing out on. She had beauty, she had class, she had ass. What more did she need to offer in order to please Y/n.
Walking to the kitchen she would make Y/n something. She wasn't the best cook but wasn't it the thoughts that count?
On the other end was Y/n lying down on a hotel bed. She rubbed her face roughly mentally and physically exhausted. A one night stand with Beyoncé then turned into a talking stage and then being engaged and now being married. Everything happened in a span of a couple months. Far too quick. Everything felt like a dream. But now thinking back to it, it was always Beyoncé who initiated everything and she just went along with it.
Was this really love? Did she actually love Beyoncé? Or she just went along with everything because she thought that was what was right. Beyoncé was pregnant with her child. She felt as if her being pregnant meant that they might as well be married. But no, everything was wrong. Everything was messed up. Not signing any prenups would then make the divorce nasty. What the fuck did she get herself into.
Y/n ran her hands through her hair tightly pulling it. How the fuck did one simple girl ruin everything for her in life. And now the child would make her stuck with Beyoncé for another 18 years.
