The Other Side Of Paradise

XXVII

Beyoncé Giselle Knowles

Beyoncé watched the girl below her breath in, and out peacefully.

Beyoncé thought she was so damn beautiful.

She played with Onika hair as she slept, she was curled up right next to Beyoncé. The blonde knew it was mornings

She looked over to the clock by Onikas nightstand, reading 5:32 am. She looked back down at the beauty before her—still sleeping peacefully.

She was so proud of her, she didn't even know how hard it must have been for her—battling an addiction—an almost pregnancy from a rape the girl thought was her fault for such a long time.

Not to mention her horrible "friend" Beyoncé honestly wanted to slap.

She heard the door to Onikas room open to reveal her father with a slighty confused look and then a soft smile as he looked at a peacefully sleeping Onika.

"She still asleep huh?" He whispered and Beyoncé nodded, he gestured her to come to the door and she carefully slid out of bed.

They both heard a whimper and directed their eyes to Onika.

Beyoncé quickly got her pillow and replaced it with her body so Onika had something to hug onto as she slipped out of the room.

"Yeah?" She asked slightly nervous. She hadn't really had a 1 on 1 talk with Robert since she's been here—all she knows is that he likes waking up at 5 am to work out—and likes waking Onika up at 5am to work out.

"I need you to do me a favor."

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Onika Tanya Maraj

Onikas eyes fluttered open, not fully but she could see the sunlight shining through. She gripped what she thought was Beyoncé but when she noticed Beyonces skin wasn't that soft to the point she could grip it like that—she sat up.

She looked down at the pillow that smelled like Beyoncé—but wasn't Beyoncé.

She frowned, but she was still so tired.

She didn't question it, she laid her head down on the pillow and took a deep breath before closing her eyes again.

Her peaceful slumber only lasted a few more minutes before she heard a loud sound.

That sound being her door opening.

Onika suddenly jumped up and turned around to see blurry figures. She rubbed her eyes a bit before seeing the people infront of her.

She was annoyed she was being woken up but—she couldn't help but smile at the people before her.

"Y'all couldn't let me sleep a little more?" Onika asked yawning and they shook their heads.

It was her father and Beyoncé. Her father holding a covered cake while Beyoncé continuously blew the "happy birthday" theme song on a kazoo.

"It's not my birthday." Onika mentioned and Beyoncé shrugged. "It's the only song I know how to play."

Her father set the cake on the bed with a grin, "Happy 1 month sober solider! It's been a joy working you like a slave for the past few weeks." Her father said with a genuine smile looking at his daughter.

He saw the work she'd been putting in, and he admired it. No matter how much she fought it at the beginning.

"So you admit you've been working me like a slave?"