Beyoncé imagines(Vol.2)

What's Here Now

⚠️Warning this chapter contains child molestation and child abuse.
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"Get up punk! You wanna be grown and talk back then get up and fight!" Your mama yelled as she looked down at your on the floor.

"But mama I'm not trying to fight you" you cried with a bloody nose.

"I'm sorry.....I won't do it again" you said bowing your head to the floor.

That's how your mother liked you to apologize. On your hands and knees with your head bowed touching the floor.

"Go to your room y/n. And for pulling that slick shit how bout you not eat tonight" she said.

"Yes ma'am" you mumbled before rising to your feet.

You winced in pain when you put too much weight on your left ankle. You looked up at your mama one last time before heading towards the Landry room. Your mom had so much hate in her eyes and it was all pointed towards you. A thirteen year old that didn't ask to be here. Your dad used to beat on your mother when you were younger, back in elementary. You tried so hard to protect her but it wasn't enough to stop your dad. He was mercilessly, he'll beat your mom with anything that was near by. And one day he just left and never came back when you were in the fifth grade. You were happy of course but that didn't make your mother happy. It wasn't later till she started putting her hands on you. The first time she ever hit you, she knocked a tooth out and it just continued from there.

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You woke up the next morning, body feeling sore. The damn floor not doing you any good. You always woke up earlier than your mama so you could get ready for school and just leave. You always left the house two hours early before school, just to have time to yourself. Nobody knew what you went through, not even your friends. You just kept a smile on your face all the time because anywhere outside of your house was your comfort zone. But that all changed during the summer. Your mom got fired and she had to make money some way some how. You were sleep one night when you felt a hand running up your leg. Your eyes shot open seeing a stranger laying next to you.

"Maaaaaaa!" You screamed at the top of your lungs as you tried to move away from the man.

"Shut up y/n" your mother mumbled from the corner.

"You fuck her and I'll kill you" your mom said to the man before she walked out the Landry room leaving you with the man.

You jumped up running towards the door but it was locked.

"MAMA PLEASE! IM SORRY!" you cried.

The man laughed at you before he got up to make his way over to you.

"It's ok pretty girl" he said.

"LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!" You screamed.

The man grabbed you from behind, covering your month. You fought against his grip, you bit his hand and scratched at his arms. He tossed you down hard on your pallet.

"Feisty little one I see" he laughed before unbuckling his pants.

"Stopppp pleaseeee.... I don't want to" you cried as you begged the man.

He grabbed you by the neck chocking you, his other hand came slapping you across the face.

"Be a big girl and stop and that crying!" He said.

"And if you bit me again I'll snap your little neck you hear me"

Your mom never came no matter how many times or how loud you screamed for her. Your mom broke you that summer. Your eighth grade year started off simple, you just went to school and came home like your mom said to do. You pulled away from your friends not wanting them to know anything because the bruises were getting kinda harder to hide.She never went back out to even try and find a job. Getting her thirteen year old to do stuff with strangers was her new job. She started buying you nicer clothes and stuff but you knew that was just so people won't get suspicious.