Savior. A Beynika Story

Chapter 4

Beyonce's POV

"I'm saying why did you take her home, if you wasn't gonna get in them cheeks," Ermias asked as we walked out of the office.

"She's either a suspect or a witness. I'm not trying to get in her pants," I countered.

"Why you tricking on her if you not tryna beat," he asked.

"Why you in my pockets little ass boy," I countered. He laughed loudly.

"Number one I'm grown, ask your bitch. Number two fuck you," he said bumping my shoulder. "Anyway what you doing today?"

"Nothing much hitting the gym, taking my daughters to the movie maybe. I'll see if the oldest child wants to hang with her mom or not. What about you?"

"Hanging with Lauren, speaking of your oldest, she called me," he said walking the direction of my car.

"Oh yeah, to say what?"

"Uncle Emy, my mom is being so mean to me. She told me I could only spend 350 dollars for homecoming, and I don't think that's fair. I have good grades and I participate in sports. Please convince her otherwise," he said, mimicking Zendaya.

I chuckled at the spot-on impersonation. "She's getting a custom outfit for prom. She doesn't need to spend more than 350 on homecoming. She'll be fine."

"Well, I cashapped her 300, because Lauren said she needs at least 500 to be prepared for homecoming," he said.

"Stop spoiling that girl she needs to understand the value of money. She thinks all of us are her personal ATMs," I said rolling my eyes.

"Shes a good kid. She should be spoiled," he smiled back. I scoffed.

"She is a good kid. She still needs to learn money doesn't grow on trees," I said.

"She'll have her whole life to learn that," he waved me off. I returned it with another eye roll.

"Keep going they gonna get stuck. Get home safe, yeah," he said hitting my door when I closed it.

"You too."

"Momma," Zendaya said as soon as I walked through the door.

"Yes," I answered trying to keep the exasperation out of my voice. It's never good when my kids greet me at the door.

"I need to go shopping. Can I borrow the car?"

"I actually wanted to take us to the movies tonight. Did you want to come with me?" I asked.

"I have therapy tonight. You know from the trauma you caused me," she answered, rolling her eyes. I sighed.

"I know Z. I mean after that, and what happened to your car," I asked. I remember seeing it in the parking lot.

"Nothing, it just doesn't have gas. Yeah, I'll go to the movies. Can we trade cars tomorrow?"

"Yeah, that's fine. Did you want me to come with you? I don't have anything to do tomorrow," i suggested.

"You have nothing better to do on a Saturday than hang with a 17 year old? You need a girlfriend momma," she chuckled. Before I could retort. I heard someone pounding on the door. I raised my eyebrow at her, and she shrugged. I opened the door, gun in hand.

"What the fuck is this Beyonce," I heard a strong New York accent ask me. I quickly tucked my gun and snatched the paper out of her hand.

"It looks like your rent is paid," I said before handing her the paper back. "Congratulations?"

"Don't fucking act dense," she said stepping in my house and mushing my head back.

"Aye don't hit my mom," Zendaya said. I smiled at her defending my honor.

"I'm okay Z. Go check on your sister," I said over my shoulder. Zendaya looked around me, looked Nicki up and down before nodding and heading to the back of the apartment.

"Would you like to explain," Nicki asked, not skipping a beat.

"I didn't do it," I said closing and locking the door since she was fully in the house. "Take off your shoes if you plan on following me."

"Who did it then B," she asked trailing me to the kitchen.

"I don't know. Did you ask the leasing office?"

"An anonymous donor!"

"Well shout out to Anon," I said with a shrug.

"I know it was you. Stop trying to fix all my problems. I'm capable of keeping a roof over my head!"

"Are you? Stop being so damn prideful. They was planning on evicting you today, little ass girl. Accept the help. Say thank you and move it along."

"What do you want from me?"

"Nothing. If I did, I would have left my name."

"So you did do it," she yelled.

"Yes, Nicki you have two children in your house. Imagine if they came home to their stuff on the street. Number one that shit is traumatic. Number two that shit is embarrassing. Relax."

"Momma I need your car keys," Zendaya said coming in the kitchen with her hair in braids.

"Who you about to fight," I asked, handing her the keys.

"This girl in my class and her older sister," Blue said, with some beat up black forces in her hand and Vaseline in the other. Zendaya popped two ibuprofens and handed Blue one.

"Why?"

"She think she a bully. I'ma show her a fucking bully," Zendaya chuckled.

"Have you tried telling a teacher," Nicki asked looking between the two of them.

"Oh the lady who used her hands in frustration wants us to use our words. I think that's the definition of irony," Zendaya said rolling her eyes. Nicki looked to me to help, but Daya had a point. "Where is apartment 1313?"

"Thats my apartment. My daughter is being a bully?" Nicki asked.

Zendaya said nothing and proceeded to walk out the house, Blue on her heels. Nicki immediately followed them. I stared at her ass, as she walked away. Whatever it is, I refuse to get involved. Children need to learn how to fight their own battles, it's the only way they learn.