What happens when two women who have never met in real life keep constantly meeting each other in their dreams. Will they ever come together in real life? Or will they remain beautiful strangers who only see each other in their dreams?
#BeyNika
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Onika's P.O.V.
"How could someone so beautiful be so fucking EVIL?!", Shawntae screamed as I cried. I still couldn't believe she and I were in the situation we were in. I thought we were both about to die. But what did I do to deserve death?!
I really wanted to be in LA with Beyoncè when she went there to be a part of a fashion show. But unfortunately I had prior photoshoots that I couldn't cancel nor reschedule. Beyoncè understands my work ethic so she wasn't upset that I couldn't travel with her.
Throughout that day, I tried my best to at least text with Beyoncè. But with Lauren being out due to my nephew Kross having a cold, I had to do both her job and mine. So the day was pretty hectic for me.
Nevertheless, I got through it! By 7 pm I was packing up my camera and closing up the studio. When I locked everything up, I was reading a text from Beyoncè. She was telling me how much she loved and missed me. And how she couldn't wait to get back home to me. The last thing I remember is smiling and replying back, "I love and miss you too, my dream girl! Hurry back home to me."
Why is that the last thing I remember? Well, after I sent that text to Beyoncè, someone decided to knock me in the back of my head with a hard object! And I was out like a light! When I finally woke up from the deep sleep that blow to the head put me in, I was deeply confused and my head hurt like hell!
I looked around and didn't have a clue of where I was. Across from me was this woman....
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It was Shawntae, my ex-girlfriend. Only in that moment, I didn't recognize her. I didn't recognize anyone in the room. Nor did I remember the history I had with anyone in the room during that time.
Shawntae was sitting in a chair sobbing. Someone had her hands tied behind her back. They had her feet bound , too. She couldn't escape if she wanted to. There was a black man standing behind her. And there was also a black man standing behind me.
Like Shawntae, I was also in a chair with my hands tied behind my back and my feet bound. I couldn't move. I couldn't escape. Fear took over my soul. I didn't have a clue of why someone was trying to harm me. But even worse, I couldn't remember who I was or even where I came from!
