Beyoncé
News channels started to come over to the penthouse trying to get pictures of me. I wrote checks to get them to leave me alone. I meant it when I said I didn't want anyone around.
I've sort of received closure but I still killed someone. Closure doesn't mean forgetting. I also spoke to Megan and apologized to her. We've agreed to take it slow. She also told me that she wasn't gonna leave me and was gonna support me as much as possible. She also spoke to my mother and I'm not sure what that woman told her.
It feels odd to not be sitting in jail right now. I feel like I've cheated the system.
Overall it just feels hard as hell.
But I've got my mama and Megan helping me through this, that's gotta be the best type of medicine, isn't it?
Megan holds me as I lay there, eyes wide.
"You okay?" She asks.
I nod.
She kisses me and holds me tighter.
"You so beautiful, baby."
"You too."
It's been weird letting Megan sort of "protect" and support me. Seemed like it was always the other way around. But the murder taught me to let someone else do the protecting for once.
"I'm hungry, wanna join me in the kitchen while I cook?"
I nod.
I wrap my arms around her waist and follow her as she moves.
"Want somethin'?" she asks as she opens the fridge.
I shake my head negatively, "Mmm-mmm."
I let Megan gently drag me around as she cooks.
She ended up cooking up a grilled sandwich and putting some frozen fries in the air fryer.
As Megan flips the sandwich, my phone rings.
"Imma check it out."
Megan hums and I let go to look for it on the kitchen island.
I see Solange. I furrow my brows. I haven't seen my sister since the therapy fiasco. I wouldn't be here if she called over to gawk at me and laugh out how I'm a murderer.
I don't say anything though.
"Um... hey, Beyoncé."
"Hey."
Megan comes up behind me and kisses my cheek.
"Hey. Baby, Imma be in the bedroom. Yell if you need anything."
I nod and she leaves with her plate.
I sit comfortably on the couch.
I just sit and stare at a wall while talking to Solange. This might be the first time we have a civilized discussion since the ages of 16 and 19.
"Um... I just... sorry for poppin' up like this but I wanted to talk." She says.
I hum. I won't lie, I'm a little afraid.
"Um... I um... forgive you."
I side eye a bit.
"For um... my dad. Um, I know he wasn't a good man but... um I wanted him to be so bad." She says. "I'm sorry for the shit I told you out of anger."
"I forgive you." I state.
"And uh... imma let you see Julez like normal and I wanna take the time to mend our relationship."
It's a shock because she's coming to me with this 3 months after I murdered two people.
I just sit there and nod away after that. This is an absolute shock to me.
"Why you tellin' me this now?" I ask.
"I just realized it's petty to hold onto shit. Shawn killed him. And I guess the fact that you got to take him out kinda gave me closure."
I hum.
"I lowkey miss you, Bey. I miss how close we were."
I smile at the comment.
"Me too."
"Shit, Bey I gotta go. Gotta get Julez from his dad. I'll call you later, 'kay?"
"Yeah, bye."
"Bye."
The phone hangs up and I finally fully relax.
I go to the bedroom. Not sure if I should tell this to Megan like it's the newest gossip or if I should keep it between Solange and I.
