Hurt&Pain/Peace&Love

Weekends Troubles

Beyoncé's POV
August 17, 2016
Huston, TX
Beyoncé's House

Mathew came home late last night drunk, and he came to my room and laid beside me. He did it again, and he still is. When he's drunk he has a drive to keep going, and he doesn't stop until he has nothing left. I guess this is his way of getting everything out of him before I have to go back to school on Monday, but I wish he could get called in like last time, but I guess I'm not to lucky this time.

"Ughhh you like it when I screw you like this princess? You will always be daddy's little girl, and you will always be my little toy." He said as he was behind me. "Ughhhhhh ugh mmhm mhmm mhm ugh yes ahh mhm ahh." He moaned out in pleasure as he came inside of me and slipped out. "Mhm ugh get cleaned up, and be ready when I get back in four hours or I will knock you unconscious and get what I want that way." He came up to me, and caressed my face. "My precious little girl, hmm daddy loves you." He said before he grabbed his clothes and left my room.

Fuck you Mathew, you never loved me. If you think this is love then your a fucked up person. You've always been a fucked up person, and you made me a fucked up person. I lost my father when he touched me for the first time like this, and now I hate you with everything in me. Fuck that shit being a strong word, it's true and I mean it with every single bone in my body.

I did as told and took a shower, but I thought I could sleep again until he got back. I swear when he drinks he's worse, and when he doesn't he's still the same. The only difference is that sober wants to go a few times but drunk wants to go all day and night until he has to go to work and I have to go to school.

I went to sleep again, rocking myself back and forth. Curling up into a ball, as my stomach screamed for help. My ribs hurt like a bitch, and my lungs suffocating me barely having enough oxygen to survive. As I started to sleep that voice came back, and it was saying my name again.

"Bey, Bey where you at?" The voice called. "Beyoncé, BB where are you? I brought some food?" It said. "Stop playing come out, don't try to scare me. Come on you said you were hungry, and your foods gonna get cold." The voice felt warm and sweet, laced with love and peace. As I felt hurt and pain, the voice gave my heart the feeling of love and peace something I haven't felt in a long time. "BEYONCÉ!" The voice whispered, but this time gave the feeling of sadness and fear. "I'll save you." It said before it was no longer to be heard-

"Ughhhhhhhhh." I gasped as I felt a sharp pain in my ribs, and then another in my lower spine. He had came back, and I wasn't ready for him.

"I told you to be ready, or I'd beat you unconscious and get what I want that way. You should have listened to me, why do you always have to disobey me Princess? Why can't you be a good little girl like your sister? I wish I got her instead, at least she listened better." He said, and that's when I knew he fucked up.

You can beat me rape me do whatever you want to me, but talk about my sister Mathew that's when I fight back. "Fuck you Mathew, don't you ever fucking talk about my little sister like that again. You can do whatever you want to me, but the second you bring her into this is the second I fight back and kill your coward ass. Do you hear me, don't you ever do that shit ever again. You motherfuck-" I was cut off by a hit to the face and another followed by another.

Hit after hit, punch after punch, slap after slap, kick after kick, blow after blow. He kept going never stopping, and I could barely move feel hear or see at this point, he just kept hitting me. Soon my eyes got heavy, and soon I was knocked unconscious from his hands.

(Flashback)

"Girls dinners ready!" My mom called for us, we both ran to the bathroom to wash our hands and then ran to the table. "Did y'all wash y'all's hands?" My mom asked us.