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𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝟐

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 "𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬" 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭.
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𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐬
𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲
𝟕:𝟓𝟔 𝐚.𝐦
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"Wake up!", I felt a smack across my face. "What the fu-", she smacked me again. "You better not finish that sentence", I huffed pulling the cover over my head.

"I'm up, for the thousandth time", she laughed finally closing my door.

"Your clothes are in the closet, chop chop", she yelled from the steps. How could this lady annoy me in MY house?

I rub my temples from the headache I got from the night I had last night. The pretty woman popped into my head. She was something special, I wanted her. I didn't like how she up and left me though. It's a small town so I'm sure I'll be seeing her soon.

"I'll meet you guys there", I told my mom before pulling out of my garage. I wasn't far from the church so I got Starbucks first to help with the headache and to wake me up. I didn't need these church people thinking I'm some alcoholic. Although I was just a little bit though.

I grab my shades from the glove compartment , but not before noticing the infamous Gucci purse from Nicki. "Shit!", I say tucking it under the seat. Hopefully the woman remembers it and comes back for it because I wanted to see her again.

"B", my dad's voice startled me. "What are you doing?", he looked inside my car. "My sunglasses fell", I picked them up while getting out the car. "You look...", he shook my hand.

"Nice to see you too", I rolled my eyes walking me and my mom into the church that could fit a million people in it.

I just hoped this pastor could be bribed.

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Beyoncé and her parents sat in the conference room ready to meet the pastor who "cured" kids like her for a living.

Matthew, her father went to law school with the guy so she knew they wouldn't get along. Anyone who willingly associated themselves with her dad was either crazy or money hungry. She couldn't wait to see which one this pastor was.

We had been waiting cry for some time now and still hadn't seen the guy. I was agitated and ready to go home

"Mom I'm leaving. I can't be here any longer", I huff ready to walk out at any second.

"No you need help! And he's the only one that can help you", my dad whispered sounding angry.

Why was I always the problem? It's not my fault I'm like this.

"Just try sweetheart please", my mom held my hand.

"Fine but 5 minutes. That's it", my father sighed. My mom and dad wanted the same thing, my mom just knew how to smooth me over better.

I sat back so he wouldn't get worse, lord knows he could get worse.

"Man of the hour", the pastor walked in with several people behind him. He seemed like a celebrity more than anything.

My dad smiled as he stood to shake the dude's hand. "Matthew it's been ages", they smiled like crazy people. Dad hasn't been this happy since I moved out a year ago. It was weird seeing him all soft.

"My wife should be here soon", he looked back at the door.

"This is my daughter, Beyoncé", I fake a smile shaking his hand.

"Nice to meet you", he seemed surprised.

"You don't seem troubled at all", I laugh to dull the awkwardness. I didn't even know what "troubled" looked liked.