The Love of a Daughter

I'm Sorry

Onika POV

Bey was just all on my phone asking to come over here. Um, hell no.

"You stay over here for god knows how long, AND wake up here. But the time you get in my panties. Not even all the way in. You're nowhere to be found when i wake up." i said, hurt evident in my voice. Silence. Wow.

"Nika Bear, I'm sorry. It wasn't like that I swear." she said. No she didn't just use the nickname trick. Not gon work.

"Whatever. Look, i'll see you whenever i do. Bye." and with that I hung up. I don't know why I felt so disgusted.

Bey💕- I'm sorry. I promise it's not like that. Jay called me early and told me he needed me immediately. I wouldn't do something like that to you.

NikaBear🧸- Ok.

Did I believe her? Do I have the right to feel they way I do? Answer to both questions: I don't know.

I don't want to get too into this girl, and she be on some fuck shit. Been there, done that. Don't wanna relive it.

My phone started ringing knocking me out my thoughts. It was Jay. I really hope she didn't tell my big cousin what's going on.

"Hey wassup?" i answered with boredom.

"Me and Bey about to head that way. Y'all need anything?" what a coincidence. I just told her not to come over, and now they're about to come.

"No im good Jay, see you later." i said, immediately hanging up after. I just wasn't in a cheerful mood. And I wasn't about to pretend like I was.

There was a knock at my door that let me know that it was my Papa. He had a signature knock when he was home. I let out a quiet come in, surprised when he heard me and entered.

"Hey pooh. what you doing?" he asked smiling widely. He need a favor.

"Hey Papa. I'm just sitting here really. I have nothing else to do." I said chuckling. I have to act like I'm in a cheerful mood for Papa. He won't leave it alone if he sees something's wrong.

"Good to hear that on my end. I need a favor baby girl." he seemed disappointed by that. But all i heard was a way for me to get away from home for awhile.

"What is it Papa? I could literally do anything right now i'm so bored." and with that he showed me his phone. It read:

Aye, I need you to deliver this stuff for me. ASAP! No fulling around. If you can get it done I got 500k for you on sight. Lmk wassup.

"Papa this seems really serious. You sure you want me to handle that?" i asked. Kind of scared now not gonna lie.

"Of course. Your like my partner in crime. I trust you with this more than anybody else. I'll even give you 20k, plus a new car. Deal?" he said giving me a smile. This man is sick. But I love him.

"Deal Papa. Just let me change. Gotta look devious." i nervously laughed. What am I about to get myself into? I mean, I'm already deep in shit just by the other things Papa asks me to do. But this? This seemed like one fuck up would cost me my life.

"Alrighty pooh. When you're finished i'll send you the address to pick it up. And when you get there you'll get the location of the drop." he explained before walking out.

"Holy fuck." i said to myself. I changed into my all black Nike jumpsuit with my matching forces. Just to be extra i grabbed my black fitted hat and my black reflecting shades. Gotta be fashionably illegal.

"Wow are you about to deliver drugs or go meet your celebrity crush?" Papa asked while laughing. All i could do was laugh because what the fuck.

Papa gave me the address and on my way out the door I ran into Jay and Beyonce. I was trying to leave before they got here. Epic fail.

"Hey Nika, where you going?" Jay asked with a raised eyebrow. Here he goes with this protective mess.

"Just the store Jay, need anything?" i tried to play off.

" I asked you if you needed anything over the phone. I just left the store." he said frowning. Crap. I forgot about that call not even 1 hour ago.

"Sorry, last minute request. I'll be going now." i hurriedly rushed out the door. I heard footsteps behind me and kept going already knowing who it was.

I just ignored Beyoncé the whole walk to the car. I'm pretty sure she knew I was avoiding her. So why keep making yourself be seen ?

As I got into my car, she hopped into the he passenger side. Whyyyyyy !!!

"What are you doing Beyoncé?" i asked irritated with whatever was about to happen next already.

"Don't call me that pleaseeee. I'm sorry. I didn't think before I just left. Can I at least tell you why he wanted me to leave?" she said practically begging. Why does she care so much? We hardly even know each other.

"Have at it Bey. Wait before you do, are you riding with me? Or do I have to sit here and wait for you to finish?" I asked looking straight ahead.

"I'll ride with you." Then she paused. Why? I don't know. I gestured for her to continue as i crunk up the car and began driving.

"Right. So, turned out my mother is Aunt Carols bestfriend. She moved down here two years ago. Jay found out days before me and just made sure I avoided her. But he said he'd been doing that for too long and wanted us to talk. I told her whatever she had to say was bull shit." she said.

"Ok. Sorry to hear that. I really am. But what does that have to do with you not answering me all day? I called and texted so many times Bey." i asked her. I really wanted to know. It would kill me if I didn't get an answer.

"Oh yea, after Jay told me he had to tell me something about my mother, i drove straight there. I was so eager to hear whatever he had to say, that when i got there I just hopped out the car. I left everything in there." But i know she wouldn't have went the whole day without it.

"So you went the whole day without your phone? What did you do to pass time?" This was really getting interesting.

"I went to sleep Onika. Soon as I dismissed my mother I went to my room and slept for hours. I mean, in my defense you did wake me up at 2am." she said smirking.

"Yea Im sorry about that." i said. I now felt kind of dumb.

We pulled up to the location my Papa gave me and Bey started to look at our surroundings.  We were in this very rich looking neighborhood.

As soon as I parked, i heard a tap on my trunk. Two buff men proceeded to fill my trunk up with whatever the hell.

Bey looked back at me with the meanest look ever. It was so bad all I could say was :

I'm sorry.

chile that's a lot of I'm Sorry's