Chapter 12
"Once 5am hit, I was half way sleep, still laying on Jay. he was dozing himself, but I couldn't let myself sleep with everything going on, I've been in the waiting room with everyone else for two full hours and still no sign of my mama.
No bars on my phone, so I couldn't call her. everyone else was sleep, so I didn't want to bother them. my nerves was just extremely bad, I needed to know what was happening.
I whispered to Jay that I'll be right back, but I don't think he really heard me, he was dozing hard. I went to the nearest receptionist desk to see if they could tell me anything, or at least page the floor my dad was on so my mother would get the message and know that I'm here.
When I walked up the lady looked completely out of it, and rude as hell. but you know looks can be deceiving and plus, tonight wasn't the night to try me. my patience was gone, my nerves were even further gone, and I was just on edge.
"Hi, is it possible that I can check on a patient status?" I asked timidly with a lil smile, so I didn't come off as intimidating. I didn't know if I looked how I felt or not.
"Sure thing sweetpea, what can I do for you?" the older white lady asked me, full of her Texas accent. she was super country, when she called me sweet pea, my eyes got hot again, and I felt the tears swelling up. That's what my daddy called me, between that and bumblebee, with him, I never even heard Beyonce come out of his mouth. and just to automatically think that I don't even know if I'll ever hear him call me that again, made me want to break down all over again.
I dun cried so much in the past hours, anything was making it easy for me to cry, I cried at a drop of a pen in the state I was in, it sucked, but I couldn't control it. I was extremely fragile at this point, i don't think Ive ever cried so hard back to back in my life.
I quickly blinked the hot tears away that were forming and gave her a small smile.
"Yeah um, my dad. they say he's in Surgery and I was trying to see, for one, why? and two, how much longer?"
"Okay, well first off sweety, I'm gonna need your name, and then his name. let's start there." She was so country, she reminded me of a Dolly Parton.
"Oh right. Um, I'm Beyoncé Know-"
"Wait, spell that for me honey!" she said as she begin to type in her computer.
"B - e - y - o - n - c - e, with an accent over the last e. and Knowles, K-n-o-w-l-e-s." I told her.
"I got it, and your age?"
"I'm 24."
"And this is your father, correct?"
"Yes"
"And his name?" She asked me, clicking and typing away, barely looking up at me.
"Matthew Knowles"
She shot her eyes up at me
"Wait, you're Matthew and Tina Knowles daughter?" She asked appalled.
"U-Uh y-yeah, you know them?" I asked a little thrown off guard.
"Yes sweetie, I know them. Matthew and my husband Bobby are buds, they play golf sometimes. oh wow. how did I miss that? now that you say that, you do favor your mother" she said with this big smile. I appreciated the sweet recognition but this was beyond the point. but I kept it polite.
I just nodded my head and forced a fake smile, hoping that she'll hurry up with this unnecessary process so I can ease my nerves the quicker I find out how my daddy was doing, the better.
