Megan
I keep quiet as Beyoncé makes breakfast.
"What's goin' on whichu, Megs?" She points the spatula at me with a smirk. "C'mon."
I shake my head cuz I don't wanna say shit. Much less anything about what happened with Wallace. I feel disgusting, yet I don't wanna tell anyone, much less Beyoncé, because. I know she'd get in all sorts of trouble for me.
I didnt even tell Kehlani, Ámala, or Chris, because I know that Lani and Ámala combined would do an immense amount of damage.
She drops everything and comes up to me, leaning her elbows on the island, trying to get eye contact with me.
"Are you sick? Arm hurtin'?" She asks.
I shake my head negatively.
"What's wrong then? You depressed?"
I shake my head no again. Slowly I get more and more ill.
Beyoncé stares me down harder, I'm sure she's about to read the hell outta my ass.
"Talk to me, Megs. I know somethin's wrong."
"Mmm-mmm."
"Ight." She goes back to cooking with her arms raised.
I just shrug and tap on my cast.
When I got back from prison and was finished with Shawn and all he'd put me through, the idea of protection was odd to me. The idea of someone caring to that extent really did. I was an only child growing up so I was raised to be able to handle things on my own. To never expect someone to fight your battles for you. Even when I was living with an abuser, I never asked for help and I know it's biting me in the ass.
I'm afraid that letting Beyoncé do anything for me is gonna be a bite in the ass. I know she won't ask for anything, but I fear losing her. I know she loves and cares about me, so I fear how far she'll go to protect me.
Beyoncé sets my plate in front of me.
"You gon' talk to me when you finish this." She orders. "Promise me that."
I grab the fork but she stops me.
She raises her chin, "Promise me. —-like tell me."
She looks deep into my eyes. I know for a fact she cares, but I'm worried about what she'll do. But she cares.
"I promise."
"Eat up, Princess." She gives me a kiss on the cheek before eating with me.
I eat slowly.
I need to figure out how to say this.
"Somethin's tellin me this work."
Something in me gets possessed.
The words just fly out.
"It's Wallace."
Beyoncé tenses up. I coil back at the thought of someone being angry at me.
She sighs hard and looks away for a second.
"Finish your food, Megan."
