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TWENTY ²

BEY POV

The next morning, I woke up before Blue. I made sure she was breathing then I went into the kitchen to make her breakfast.

By breakfast I mean two chocolate chip Eggo waffles. She likes to eat them just the way they are with no syrup.

I also cut some fruits up for her, she wants to be healthy and stuff now because of Solange.

I took the food back up to her room and set it on her nightstand. She was still sleeping so I shook her until I noticed her start to wake up. 

"Are you up?"

"I'm up." She said that while stretching so I could barely understand her.

"How are you feeling?"

She groaned and rolled over. "Like shit. I need a blunt or my clay juice box pipe. I spent so much money on that."

"No you don't." If that was a joke, it wasn't very funny.

"Cancer patients smoke. Weed isn't pills."

"You don't need to be smoking. We also need to talk about how you made the decision to drink last night." That decision was made completely by her.

"Alcohol isn't my problem. I only had two or three shots."

"Everything is your problem." I don't know why she doesn't just want to stay completely sober.

She scoffed, "Like you would know."

"What's they supposed to mean?"

"You didn't even know about any of the stuff I was doing so how are you supposed to tell me what was my problem?"

"What is it about drugs that make you feel like I wasn't present?" She did the exact same thing before.

"Maybe that's just how I feel."

"It's not, and you know it's not. You have no reason to be mad at me right now but the fact that I won't let you do drugs."

"Whatever. Do you have my phone?"

"What do you need it for?"

"I'm going to get a job and leave here and start living on my own. With no help from you." She's just saying stuff.

"Can you tell me why you're mad right now? Do you even know?"

She didn't say anything. This is why she needs do stay away from drugs, it makes her angry for no reason.

"I'm going to be honest with you, you're spoiled. What job do you think you're going to get with no degree and no experience to support an apartment for you and all the luxurious stuff you're used to? What are you going to do when a new thousand dollar sneaker comes out but you have to pay rent? How are you going to afford to eat out to all these fancy restaurants and Doordash every day with a minimum wage job? You have no work ethic, and you never worked a day in your life. You don't even know how to budget, you buy whatever you want to no matter how expensive it it because you know mommy and daddy-"

"How is any of the my fault?"

"I'm not saying anything's your fault, I'm just saying be realistic. And grateful. You'll go to your apartment when you're ready, but you're not ready and you know that."

"Okay. Can you go?"

"Do you want me to call Aaliyah in here?" I know she spent the night but I have no idea where she is now.

"No."

"Okay, I'll go. I love you." I know she's not really upset and she's just coming down from a high.