roll some mo.

ten.

onika maraj point of view
miami, fl
november 6 2021

I woke alone in my bed. I jumped out of bed to check if Bey was in my bathroom but she wasn't in there.

She wasn't anywhere, at least not anywhere in my house. I looked everywhere, she was gone.

Calling Robyn was the first thing I thought to do. Maybe she went there.

I was worried sick. Last night she said she wanted to leave and I think she was serious about going to Georgia or Canada.

Maybe I should've taken her more seriously. I should've done more to stop her.

There's nothing I could do about it now so I called Robyn.

"It's early as fuck, why are you calling me?" I could tell by her voice that I woke her up.

"Is Bey with you?"

I heard shuffling. "No? She said she was going to your house last night. I assumed y'all fucked."

"We didn't but she spent the night because she had another panic attack. She said she was going to buy a plane ticket or something and she was gone when I woke up."

"Shit. I'm on my way, get dressed."

"Wh-" She already hung up on me.

Well I guess I'll get dressed. I took a shower first and changed into jeans and a plain white t-shirt.

Robyn texted me when she was outside and I went outside to her ugly ass blue car.

I hopped in and nodded. "Hey."

"So what happened last night? Tell me everything." Damn, she could've at least said hi back.

"She got a text and just started freaking out saying she had to leave. She was panicking that I wouldn't let her leave, like she really needed to leave. She was having a full blown panic attack but she wouldn't tell me what was wrong or who she was running from. I thought she was calm and we went to bed but when I woke up this morning, she was gone."

The kiss thing didn't seem that important right now. I was definitely going to later though.

She sighed and ran her hands through her curls. "Fuck. He's probably here."

"Who's this he you guys keep referring to?"

"Her ex, if you can even call it that. He was abusive as fuck and he had her brainwashed for a really long time. She ran away but he's been looking for her since she left and sending her creepy texts and shit."

"Damn. I had my suspicions because of the way she acted sometimes but I didn't want to assume. It was bad?"

"Terrible. She couldn't do anything on her own. She couldn't talk to any of her family or friends, she couldn't eat what she wanted to, she couldn't wear what she wanted to, and she definitely couldn't say what she wanted to. He used to beat the living shit out of her, he almost killed her."

"Wow. You can't even tell just from looking or talking to her, she so strong." I can't imagine.

"She always has been. But she might now be so much if he's back in town."

"Where are we going?" I realized I forgot to ask.

"Beys apartment, duh. She's probably there, she wouldn't go anywhere without all her clothes. Her materialistic ass."

"Smart. Smart."

We talked about other stuff all the way to Beys house. Even though we didn't know if she was actually up there or not, we rushed up to her apartment.