Emotions [Slow Updates]

Words We Can't Take Back

Beyoncé's POV:

"Let's start with you, Matthew. You're always talking about how who I am is a sin and you're cheating on your wife. I'm pretty sure that's a sin too."

Both my mother's and father's eyes went wide, but before either could say anything, Solange continued.

"And you, Tina, you were supposed to be my mother. Care for me and love me, but you let this man cloud your judgment and I lost my mother. I hate Matthew but I hate you even more."

"Solange, let's go upstairs and talk before you say something you don't mean." I wanted to get them away from each other before a bigger argument started.

Solange's gaze turns from them to me, "You know, I was felt bad for Shawn-"

"Don't you dare talk about him."

Solange chuckles, "Oh, don't act like you care about him now. He was just a replacement, remember? You couldn't have Robyn so you got the next best thing."

"Isn't Robyn that lady you were talking to in the mall?" I turn my head a see Blue at the bottom of the stairs. "Go back upstairs."

"No, she needs to hear this. Your mother never really loved your father-"

"-Solange! Get out of my house!"

I grabbed Solange and opened the front door, pushing her out of my home. I slam the door in her face. I turn around and head to the stairs.

"Beyoncé?" I turn my head in the direction of my mother's voice.

"Please-" I said, holding back tears, "Please leave."

I walk up the stairs, passing Blue. She had tears in her eyes. I wanted to comfort her but I needed to be alone.

As I open my door, the front door opens then closes. I shift my attention to a picture on my bedside table, a picture of Shawn and I at our wedding.

"I loved you so much, Shawn. I promise I did." And with that, I finally let the tears leave my eyes. It wasn't long before it became a full sob. The kind of sob where I could hardly talk, all that came out of my mouth were incoherent 'I miss you''s.

Solange's POV:

After Beyoncé kicked me out, I decided to stay on the porch. I know what I said to her was wrong but I was angry. She never defended me to our parents, just supported me in private.

And her support was hardly there; she would always have something to say about Michelle during our relationship.

It got better towards the end, but I will never forget what she said when we had gotten into an argument 3 years ago.

She had gotten mad at me because I wanted to spend time with Michelle instead of watching the kids so she could go to work.

"Are you serious? I have to go to work!"

"You're just gonna have to find someone else. I promised Michelle-"

"-You promised me! I told you I was going to have to work today and you said you were gonna be able to watch them. What am I gonna do?"

I simply shrugged my shoulders and start to walk out.

"I can't believe you. You're really gonna leave your nieces and nephew for a slut?"

I quickly turned around to face her, "She isn't a slut."

"Oh please," she rolls her eyes, "She has fucked every girl she has come in contact with. I surprised she's stayed with you this long. Usually by now she would already be with another bitch. Wouldn't be surprised if she is already."

Beyoncé never really means what she says when she angry, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt. Even though I knew she was wrong, at that time I had doubts about me and Michelle.

Especially after what happened with her and Robyn.

I'm still lost in my thoughts when the door opens and my parents exit the home, still shocked by the situation that took place not too long ago.

The walk past me without a word and, even though I wanted to, I didn't say a word to them either.

Nobody's POV

While all that was happening in the Knowles-Carter household, Michelle was asleep on her couch. Both her and Nia had fallen asleep, but Nia woke up and had the urge to redecorate.

Nia was taking down a pictures of Michelle and Solange, pictures that Michelle hadn't bothered to take down.

Though she was fast asleep, something told Michelle to wake up so she did. When she woke up she was expecting to see Nia laying beside her. When the only thing next to her was a blanket, she was confused.

She got up and went searching for her. She quickly found Nia due to all the noise she was making. She had found Nia in her bedroom, taking down a portrait of Michelle and Solange.

Michelle didn't know why but she had gotten so angry.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

Nia turned around at the sound of her voice, "I-I just thought that you would want these pictures taken down."

"Did I say that?" Nia shook her head, "Then why are you touching them?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't think you would get mad."

Michelle's fist were balled up and she was fighting urge to hurt Nia. She started walking towards Nia then stopped.

Michelle had looked into Nia eyes and saw she was afraid. That was the look her mother had when her father would come home drunk.

She unclenched her fist, "It's fine, just please don't touch my stuff. She went back to the living room and sat on the couch she was asleep on not even 10 minutes ago. Michelle put her face in her hands, she was really about to hit Nia.

She couldn't believe it, she never thought that she would ever put her hands on anyone. Nia looked so afraid of her.

Michelle was so ashamed of herself.

Sorry for the short chapter

Since school started, I probably wont be able to update a much as I would like

I apologize in advance

Thanks for reading!

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