Mission One

I ain't worried

"You not gon start on who?" A deep femenine voice says.

"This lil delinquent beside me." She mugged, pointing to me, to which the stranger briefly shot her eyes at me before returning her attention to her sister. I squint my eyes at Knowles because there was no need for the insult. "Her and your child, B, are sumn else." She let out a humorous chuckle, but the singer didn't seem to care as I watched her pick up Ayesha from my lap, causing me to immediately frown.

"Have you been crying, sweetie?" She consoled the little child, not once looking at me. So I took the time to confirm who she was with Knowles. "So, this is your sister?" I asked in a low tone.

"Yes, she is." Knowles nodded. "A bit hard headed and narcissistic but sadly yes."

"It's not everyday, I'm recognised as Solange's sister." She let out a questionable snicker, in a tone was very familiar with since it still possess Helen, to this day.

"Girl bye. I like it, it has a nice ring to it." Knowles waved her off. "Its not everyday people recognise me as Solange, deal with it." She shrugged to which the singer responded with an eye roll.

"Do I introduce myself?" I whispered again to Knowles. "Or wait until she's done with Aysh?"

Knowles didn't even think before answering "Introduce yourself, boo. She won't bite," whilst roughly pushing me off the couch we were on to force me on my feet. Suddenly, I was standing in-front of Beyoncé, who instantly rose an eyebrow at me.

"Hi Beyoncé, I'm Beverly Kerwood." I politely greeted her, with a small wave which was returned with a small smile from the singer. "I love your song, 'Pretty Hurts.'

"I know, I've heard." She said, bluntly, which made me confused. "Ayesha told me you hum it to her as a bedtime tune."

"Is that the only thing you hum to her?"

"Yes ma'am." I nodded. "Okay." She went back to talking to Ayesha.

Oh. Well now, I have no interesting fact to tell her and it doesn't look like she's willing to converse with me. I don't blame her though, there's no need since she already found her child.

I walk back to my seat, next to Solo, defeated. "At least you didn't act like one of them screaming maniacs, that would've definitely pissed her off." Solo whispered to me, but something tells me that I've already pissed her off. I sigh and lay my head on her shoulder, as her fingers weave through my curls.

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"But I don't want to leave her, BB!" Ayesha screamed out loud. Her brown eyes full of tears as she held onto me whilst Beyoncé tried to get pry her fingers off, as Solange watched the whole scene.

We were now in my room, waiting for Ayesha to finally leave her old room to get started on the new one with her new family but she wouldn't let go of me.

No matter how many times Beyoncé tried to convince her to let go of me, she'd stay put in my embrace with them faucet tears running down her face. There was only one way to make Ayesha let go of me but I don't think Beyoncé would be too fond of that decision, but Solo? That woman would jump for joy.

" I can't leave B here! I'm her family." She looked up at Beyoncé as her lips trembled. "I know, baby, but she's going to find her own family once she gets adopted and that can't happen, if you're still holding onto her."

"Noooo." The five year old whined, as she felt her body being lifted. She tightened her grip around me. "She has to come with us, BB!"

"You know that's not an option for me, honey." Beyoncé reasoned. She planned to be outside n ready, by 5 but now it was nearing 6 and she just couldn't understand why her child was being this difficult.