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8 years later...
Beyoncé
My cousin Kelly bumps my shoulder to get me to concentrate as we go through with this wedding rehearsal. Onika and Rahmeek's wedding. Im being obvious about my discomfort here.
Myself, Kelly, Solange and Lauren along with two other cousin's from my step mother's side of the family stand on the bridesmaid side.
Onika walks up with my father as instructed and I roll my eyes when she sneaks a look towards me.
Im shocked she hasn't called it off. I mean with everything that took place.
The priest explains the vows and makes them go over them in order for them not to stutter or stumble over the mouthful that it is. The displeasure on my face is more than evident. Kelly notices and Solange is just happy to be here considering she worships the ground Onika walks on.
I ask to be excused to the bathroom and by the tulips I'm out they're done with the run through so I head back to the hotel which isn't very far.
Im pulled harshly into my hotel room. Onika. In loungewear and with an angry look on her face. I was gone for roughly an hour so I'm not surprised that they finished.
"What?" I say annoyed.
I really just don't wanna see her right now.
"What's with the stank ass attitude?"
I shrug and try to move past her. She closes the door behind me and tries to have the audacity to corner me.
Im so heated.
"What's with it Beyonce? Why are you trying to ruin my day?!
"Ruin?! You came to my bedroom the night he proposed and cried in my arms about what was gonna happen to us. You never even wanted hi—-"
"Things change!!!"
"What?!?!" I get in her face.
"Stop ruining my day, and if you're upset you have no right to be. We're done."
"I know we're done if you didn't, I myself would've called it off!!"
"So stop being upset!"
For her sake I agree, "Fine."
I move to sit on the bed and kick my painful heels off. She doesn't leave. As a matter of fact she settles in my bed and lays down on her side, looking towards me.
I look back to the wall. My heart is thumping out of my chest, I'm crushed I wanna cry but I won't give her the satisfaction. I was dumb all those years ago. I should've never come home at least not knowing she'd be the only person home.
My face is red hot and I can't hide my fucking look of anger and countenance.
I feel more than deceived. I didn't even know she was seeing him at all. I didn't know until my step mama mentioned it. And i didnt know who he was until Solange was FaceTiming Onika and I saw him in the background.
He was in that damn rehearsal smirking so damn widely and it was ridiculous as hell and shit. I had the urge to smack him upside the head because it should've been me.
"I'm upset because I had you before him. I still have you." I whisper loudly while gritting my teeth.
Onika doesn't respond.
"Beyoncé we were fucking around but now I'm gonna get married forreal. Alla that no strings attached shit ends now. I won't let you ruin my damn day."
"I don't give two shits then. Ask mama to make Solange a bridesmaid then, im gonna step down."
"I won't let that happen."
"Why?! I don't wanna be here and see you get married to him and I can't do shit!" I get a little louder. "And I can't oppose or anything because it'll make the both of us look bad. I don't wanna be your fucking maid of honor anymore!"
Onika's eyes are filled with tears.
Now someone has to break it to my step mama that I'm not coming to this wedding and Onika's gonna have to find a last minute dress for Solange.
"Get the hell out of my room."
I turn away as she gets up and leaves. That dumb bitch.
"YOU'RE a fucking bitch."
__________
I made sure Solo and Kelly were out of there at least before setting the fire off.
I didn't cook anything, that would be too suspicious. I just rearranged some of the decorative flowers to lean a little on a candle with a semi-tall flame and made my way out. That little flower, candle setup was also by a curtain so by the time it escalated there was ni use in trying to out It out with water.
I got Kelly and my 16 year old sister the hell out of there. I feel bad because Solange was so happy to take a more mature role because she's always been a flower girl for relative's weddings.
I was at a distance watching Onika fall apart with her man before I finally drove back home to Texas. They had no choice but to reschedule and I was removed from the invite list.
