Teaching Onika [Completed]

The press conference

Onika, who had tossed and turned all night before, started to wonder where Beyoncé was. After her unexpected "I love you" that night she had disappeared.

Onika didn't want to make it awkward so she pretended to be asleep while Beyoncé lay awake. She pretended not to hear when she creeped out of the door at 2am. She pretended not to wonder where she was when she didn't hear the front door. She expected her to go for a drive or a walk - sometimes she did that to clear her mind. But the house was huge and she could be anywhere - her office, the dining room, the kitchen, one of the many lounges. She tried to comfort herself with images of Beyoncé sitting down trying to figure out her feelings - maybe making a list because that was something she did. She probably needed to figure out how to tell Onika she didn't mean it. She was probably drafting a speech alone in her study. Onika told herself that Beyoncé was just confused and needed some space to figure things out.

But still she felt restless as if something was wrong. Something didn't feel right and she hoped she was wrong. She was fighting her intuition and trying to relax. But she knew Beyoncé now. She knew her enough to know that Beyoncé always ran to the same place when something was wrong. She knew it wasn't her and she knew who it was.

Onika lay awake for hours tossing and telling herself to go to sleep. But the bed was uncomfortable without Beyoncé and her mind was still stuck on the woman. Finally she had enough and decided to get up. Following in Beyoncé's footsteps she went for a walk. A walk would do her some good. It would help to clear her mind.

Sunlight was just beginning to appear as she entered the cold hallway. Her feet pressed on, one after another continuing to walk through the halls at the top of the stairs. The floor beneath her was partially lit by the sunlight that faded in through curtains. She passed the rooms in the corridor knowing exactly which belonged to who. Some she'd been inside and others were a mystery. She lingered outside of one door in particular turning away to face the banister. She just needed to calm her mind and stop overthinking. She took a breath walking away from the door and further down the hall.

Her heart stopped though when she heard that same door creaking open. She had just turned the corner but the sound of the door made her turn back. Onika paused.

Don't let it be her, she thought to herself over and over like a mantra. She knew exactly who's door it was. She knew what she would see. She wanted to look away. She wanted to turn and never see what she knew she would. But she couldn't ignore it. She couldn't turn away. Her eyes locked onto the image and she watched as the 5'7 hourglass figure, she'd come to obsess over in the past months, took a step out of the door. She had the same curly hair tied into a bun, which was slightly messier now, and was wearing the same gown Onika had seen in the night. The sunlight illuminated her making her look almost phantasmal as she glided away. But Onika knew what she saw.

Beyoncé was in a rush, it seemed, as she kept walking straight towards her office door. She didn't notice the shorter girls eyes burning into her back. She didn't know the pain running through Onikas mind. She cringed as a lump lodged in her throat forcing her eyes to stay open and watch Beyoncé disappear behind the next door. But by then the image was burned into her mind. Everything happened in slow motion replays over and over in her head. Beyoncé left Lauren's room at 5 in the morning. Beyoncés hair was a mess. Beyoncé looked disheveled and was in a rush. The puzzle wasn't hard to work out. She'd gone to Lauren's room in the middle of the night after being with Onika. She knew Beyoncé must've had sex with Lauren.

Throat suddenly dry and vision blurry, Onika clutched the banister making her way to her own room. She felt betrayed. Beyoncé had told her she loved her just a few hours earlier. Of course her mind was going crazy. For the next couple hours she didn't speak or move or eat. She just sat on her bed listening to music.