Restrain Me (BEYNIKA)

Chapter 15

𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐀

The following day: Sunday

The whole night went fucking terribly, Beyoncé went into her own zone, which meant that she was avoiding me like the plague. She didn't even come to check up on me, or even cook something for the rest of the night! It's one thing to ignore one another, but to mess with my food and I was just starting to get used to her cooking and her meals... That meant war! I don't play bout my food, but also, we not speaking so... Ugh! This shit is so fucking annoying! This shit is so lame for real! See, this why I don't like having people too up close and personal.

And now, I woke up irritated as hell, I didn't sleep well and I kept tossing around all night. I felt bad for downplaying Beyoncé's apology, and then I felt bad because I wasn't supposed to feel bad. I can't even fucking pick a struggle, or a side at that. I sighed as I remembered what Wayne told me yesterday.

FLASHBACK

I slumped down against the counter right after Beyoncé left me in the kitchen all by myself. I'm so very confused with all this shit. She hurt me first, then now apologizes, and when I don't accept her apology, it's an issue? I don't know what to make out of all this.

"You know, for someone as emotionally intelligent as you are, you sure as fuck be acting dense at times." I heard Wayne saying behind me, and I sighed knowing he'll tell me just what I need to hear.

"I... just dunno what to do or say to her, she confuses the shit out of me." I said as I started feeling so defeated.

"And so do you, baby. You confuse the fuck outa her too, both y'all need to find a middle ground to communicate on, or fuck it outa each other." He said and I looked at him like he was crazy, and he just rolled his eyes at me.

"You're attracted to her, she's attracted to you, the way y'all undress each other isn't going unseen on anybody. Either talk or fuck it out." He shrugged his shoulders as he sat in front of me. "In all seriousness, she knew she fucked up and you even admitted to her that she was right in what she said..."

"It still doesn't give her the right to say it that fucking way!" I cut him off as I exclaimed frustratingly.

"Jesus Christ! Onika! Quit cutting niggas off, it's rude as hell, woman, damn!" He exclaimed louder and I piped down a little, because he never raises his voice at me unless I'm really getting on his nerves.

"No wonder she be snapping! That woman is a fucking stone-cold ass wall, she's like a fucking robotic human, the most she does is crack jokes and maybe be playful, but you trigger her! You bring out all her emotions upfront, good or bad. You even made the woman cook! I ain't never seen her behind a stove unless she's planting a bomb inside it!" He said as he looked at me dead in the eyes, he was so serious too.

I tried to grasp everything he said, latching onto each information he's giving me on her. That's the most I could get about her for the time being.

"Granted, she coulda handled shit differently and way better, but y'all should cut one another some slack. You try to understand her a bit more, and I know for a fact that she'll be growing softer around you, just kiss it off or fuck it out, baby. And maybe tape it for future references." He said teasingly at the end, and I laughed at his stupid shit.

He stared at his blunt and grimaced. "Y'all motherfuckers made this blunt taste like shit with y'all foolery, you oughta pay for this one, Nic'."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Boy, shut the fuck up, I already got you a new Cuban cigars box, it's next to the TV..." I shook my head as I saw him sprinting towards the living room.