Beyoncé's POV
August 20, 2016
Huston, TX
Beyoncé's HouseI moved slowly grabbing onto to everything within my path, I could barely stand let alone walk. I spent all of Monday in my bed holding my bladder, and not eating or drinking anything I just slept. I tried to call Mathew but he didn't answer, and he didn't come home last night either.
I had mustered up enough strength over night to try and get to the bathroom, and when I did I went straight to the toilet. I couldn't slouch so I had to sit up straight a certain way, I felt hot so I started to take my clothes off. It took me a minute to do it, but after I was done doing my business I went to go look at myself in my full body bathroom mirror. I closed my eyes instantly, and began to cry.
My whole stomach was purple red and a little black, and it looked like I had dents in my side. I had hickeys and hand prints on my neck, and a black eye. My face was swollen, and so was my lips. My arms had small red bruises on them, and so did my legs and feet. My ankles were purple, and I had a small dent on each side of them. I wanted to cry seeing my body like this, it looks so bad like I need to go to the hospital.
I turned around to look at my back, and when I looked back I wanted to leave more than ever. "Ahhhhhhhh mhm he finally did it, and I fucking can't even remember it." I cried as I looked at the scars on my back, but that's it I'm not doing this shit no more. I'm leaving!
I took a nice long hot bath again, and soaked my scared body. I cried wanting to call out my mothers name, but thought what's the point if she's not here anyways. I had a plan that I would pack my stuff and walk to my mama's house, she only lives ten minutes away but since I'm hurt it might take longer. I would order an Uber, but Mathew tracks my card and what I pay for. So if I wanted to runaway he would know, unless I ask Megan or Kelly to come get me. I'll figure it out, but I have to get the fuck up out this house. I made a promise to myself that if he ever beat me this bad I would leave, and I plan on keeping that promise.
(Meanwhile At School)
Azah's POV
Football Practice"Alright stallions listen up, we have our first game Friday. We need to practice hard study our plays, and work together as a power ranger horse and go out there and slay the beast." Coach Method said as he gave us the pep talk of the week, we all cheered and screamed. "On three."
We all formed a circle, and put our hands together. "One, two, three, STALLIONS!" We all said, and started to wash up then change then pack up and go home.
"Ayo Junior let me talk to you real quick." Coach called for me, I closed my bag and went over to him.
"Wassup Coach?" I asked him wondering if I was in trouble or something.
"So listen I know your a Junior and all, but I want to tell you something very important. Please don't scream like a girl when you hear this, matter a fact let's go to my office." He said as he started walking towards his office, and I followed behind him.
"Coach if your getting us new uniforms that's not enough to make me scream like a girl, there's only a few people who can make me scream like a girl. My mom, dad, sisters, friends, and girl, but Coach no disrespect you cannot make me scream." I said and he gave me the 'stop being a smart ass before I slap the shit outta you' look.
"Haha your so not funny, now sit down and stop being a smart ass Junior." He demanded so I sat down. "So like I said you're a Junior, and you have this year and next year of high school left. I know you said that you don't know if you want to go pro with sports, but there are scouts coming Friday to come and see you." He said and I was so confused.
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Hurt&Pain/Peace&Love
FanfictionBeyxGirl. Bey, a girl who is shy vulnerable and broken. Junior A.K.A Azah, is a girl who is loyal nice and loving. Will Azah be able to help Beyoncé heal her scars? Or wil Beyoncé push her away in attempt to save Azah's life. Read more to find out w...