December 8th 2018
Onika POV Continued....
My dad came out the living room, outstretching his hand to shake Beyonce's. Then Cai followed-what the fuck.
I turned around and started walking up the stairs- I heard my mom calling out to me but I didn't bother to answer. Never in my life would I have ever thought of walking away from Carol Maraj when she was talking to me. But this stunt was out of pocket.
"Onika..." My mom called again, but this time with harshness.
"I should go talk to her Ms. Maraj..." I heard Beyoncé trying to soothe my mother's anger which pissed me off even more. No one had the right to be angry but me right now.
When I got in my room, I slammed my door so hard the mirror on my wall shook. It was no point in locking my door, my mom took that privilege away since I got my first period. I took a seat on my bed placing my head in my hands.
Within seconds I heard Beyonce on the opposite side of door. She knocked a few times before realizing I was not going to open it I felt the door click and her presence became known, the entangling scent of her Emporio Armani Diamonds tangled with my nostrils.
I felt her kneeling in front of me, soon her hands wrapped around mines slowly removing them from my face. When our eyes locked my body became hot, it was scary how her hazel ponds held so much control over my body.
"Onika...I-." Before she could finish the sentence the palm of my hand had already connected with her face.
She grunted shaking her head before she turned back to me. Blood trickling slowly from her nose- shit I felt bad now. The stinging of my hand indicated how hard the slap probably was- but she fucking deserved it.
"YOU'RE ONE EVIL FUCKED UP PERSON! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY HAD THE AUDACITY TO SHOW UP AT MY MOTHERS FUCKING DOORSTEP AFTER ALMOST TWO MONTHS!!"
She wiped the blood with the back of her hand before shaking her head in agreement. "And I deserved that..." She said shocking the hell out of me. The Beyonce I knew would have folded me into a burrito by now- something was off about her, something always off about her crazy ass.
She got up going over to her purse rummaging until she found a paper towel. She exhaled before she turned around to me. She turned around hesitating if she should come near me and I didn't blame her. I wanted to choke her ass right now, I was so angry I was literally shaking.
"I was a coward...I should have been there for you, but I needed help Onika... I needed to face my demons and finally realize that what I put you through..." She stopped and turned around holding onto my dresser. "No amount of apologies can elucidate the pain I caused you. All behind my selfish insecurities."
When Beyonce turned back around I was shocked to see her tear-stained cheeks. Beyonce crying? No way...
She wiped her cheeks before looking back up at me. "But I do want you know, behind all that manipulation, disrespect and damage. I've always loved you Onika...And I'm still in love with you"
In that moment I had to blink twice, each time I blinked Beyonce was still standing there. This had to be a dream, a really wild ass dream. When she sat next to me on the bed grabbing my hand, I knew in fact I was not dreaming. Beyonce just professed her love to me and I was baffled.
"Onika say something...Please?" She practically begged; I could see her pride falling apart by the second. She was definitely still having second thoughts about releasing her true feelings to me.
I sighed, untangling my hands from hers, she looked so hurt—but she deserved it.
"You made me feel like I was crazy for falling for you... Now it makes sense why you made it so easy for it to happen... You made me feel so vulnerable and foolish! Because of your stupid ass pride!" I was so angry I involuntarily reflexed by hitting her in the chest.
