Authors Note: All good things must come to an end. This has most definitely been an emotional toxic rollercoaster. Thank you guys who always going hard in the comments, ya'll ghost readers could suck many dicks. I love you guys, if you're nice with this last chapter you'll get the first part of the sequel next week. But let's get into this!
Onika POV
2 days later
"Why the fuck would you even do something like that! After I told you to not to go around his crooked ass! I don't even feel sorry for your ass right now!" Lauren shouted ripping me a new asshole through my phone.
"Lo... I-"
"No shut up! You're so stupid! I can't believe you let that guy get one up on you like that!!! I wish Beyoncé did kill his ass!" Lauren began to go on and on.
I ignored her keeping an eye on Beyoncé's garage. Any second now she was going to be pulling out for work.
"Are you even listening to me? Where are you and what are you doing?"
"Ummm... Sorry- I uhhh stop to pick up my mom's car. I'm parked in a few houses down from Beyoncé's. I need to get my stuff."
"Oh, HELL no bitch. Onika do not go in that woman's house!"
"Lauren all of my documents are in there! Passport, credit cards, shit even my birth certificate from Trinidad."
"Which are all REPLACEABLE!" Lauren snapped.
"Lauren Nichole London! You're giving me a fucking headache right now...I'm going to call you later."
"Onika Tanya-fucking- Maraj! Do not hang up with phone on me-"
*Click*
Lauren tried to call a few times, but I ignored her calls. The roaring of Beyoncé's Ferrari made me look across the street. I watched as she smoothly pulled out of her steel gates and cruised in the opposite direction down the street.
I sat and waited about thirty-five minutes, to ensure Beyoncé did not turn back around. For the past two days I've been reflecting on a lot. The truth was- I fucked up and I got fucked over.
I knew this fuck up couldn't amount to the amount of shit Beyonce had done to me. But at the end of the day, it was my mistake and my image being slandered. I was not sorry for what I had done, it was just who I did it with. Yet again I allowed my stupid heart to fall victim to motherfucker who only wanted to hurt me!
Lance was the last person I ever expected to cross me like that. I dealt with a lot of fucked up people in my lifetime but being crossed by the least expected person would make you realize how fucked up and cruel human beings can be. I had to extract my wish that Beyonce had succeeded in killing his ass. That thought process is not who I am, but it felt damn good to think about it.
Not only that but the blogs were going crazy as well. I was being labeled as all type of ungodly things. The press became so bad I had to delete all my social media. People were stalking out Cai and my mom asking them questions about me. It was so bad to the point where Cai didn't want to go to school today.
I sighed pulling the car from the curb, slowly climbing up to Beyonce's gate. The guard Randy was on duty today, he was pretty cool, and I knew he had a crush on me.
When I rolled the window down, he looked shocked. "Ms. Maraj...Uhhh-."
I cut him off cutting straight to the chase. "I just need to get my shit Randy."
"I know Miss Maraj but under strict instructions the boss said not to let you in, without speaking to her first." He said sadly.
"That's bullshit! She knows I need my shit!" I was so frustrated tears began to spill from my eyelids involuntarily.
