Drunk In Love

11

Onika's POV
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May 9

Nilaya sat patiently as I brushed her hair. Normally she'd be crying right now, but I gave her a lollipop and her iPad.

"Ow." She whined when I tugged on a knot.

"I'm sorry, cupcake." I apologised and tried doing it softer, but that didn't work. She started crying and I had to stop doing her hair completely.

I sat there for five minutes comforting her until she let me touch her hair again.

I brushed her curls into a puff on her head and gave her edges. She looked cute but I knew the hair wouldn't last.

Once I was done, she sat herself on the couch and I turned on Bluey. I knew by the time I came back down from getting Zamora she'd still be infront of the tv.

"Stay your butt right there." I warned. She just giggled and pointed to me. I fought the urge to smile and called Mary.

"Yes, Nicki?" She asked and peeked her head from the hallway.

"Can you please keep an eye on her? I'm going upstairs for a little to get Zamora ready." I explained.

"Of course." She smiled and started going between the kitchen and the living room.

I headed upstairs to Zamora's room. I knew she'd be ready in a matter of seconds because she was always ready for dance.

"Mora, are you ready?" I knocked on her bedroom door. There was no response so I knocked again. "Mora?"

"Go away!" I heard her shout. I was taken back because she never yelled at me, that wasn't like her at all.

"Zamora Grace, why are you shouting at me?" I opened her door. The lights were off and her curtains were closed.

My concern raised to an all time high. I went to her curtains and opened them and walked towards her bed. She had her covers over her head and I could hear her crying.

"Why aren't you ready for dance?" I asked whilst trying to pull the cover off. It didn't budge and she carried on crying. "What's wrong, baby?"

"I don't wanna go to dance." She sobbed.

"Baby, tell me what's wrong." I practically hovered over her bed.

"No."

"Mora, you can talk to me. What's wrong?" I sat down on the side of her bed. "Please tell me. I'm worried."

"Go away." She responded, followed by a sniffle. "I wanna be alone."

"That's too bad." I unintentionally chuckled. "Is it something I did?"

She went quiet for a moment before speaking.

"And mama." She mumbled.

"We did something? What did we do?" I asked her. She finally took the covers off herself and I could see the tears drying on her face.

"You're not getting along." Her hand swiped under her nose as she looked over at me. "You don't even sleep on the same room."

"Oh I'm sorry, baby." I apologised because I couldn't say anything else. I climbed into her covers so that I could hug her.

"I don't like it."

"Why don't you like it, baby?"

"I don't want BeyBey to go away." She started crying again. "Like when Meek left." She didn't care for him, but she noticed his departure.

That was her first time referring to Beyoncé as BeyBey a few years, so I knew it was really bothering her.

"This is nothing like Meek and I, trust me. And BeyBey isn't going anywhere. I promise." I kissed her temple and held her tighter.