𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 (𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐀)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑- 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 ELEVEN

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I laid in the bed of my jet, staring up at the ceiling. I couldn't help but to think back to the previous events with Onika. Truth be told—I see Onika as the filling to the void Solana left in me. But I care about Onika more than I cared for Solana. Deep down, I hated Solana. I hated everything about her but I couldn't stand the thought of her being with anyone else. I loved her so much—I began to hate her. I think back to our arguments, where I would say the most vile things to her.

**flashback**

I sat and listened as Solana ranted to me. "So it's not cheating because you didn't fuck her? Beyoncé you entertained her! I can't fucking stand you!" She cried as she yelled in my face. "Solana get the fuck out of my face." I stood and yelled towards her. I watched as she sat down,  resulting in me chuckling.

"Yeah you were all big and bad yelling in my face a few seconds, now what? Solana I will smack the shit out of you, don't fucking yell in my face." I threatened as she teared up. "Crybaby ass bitch! I fucking hate you Solana! If I didn't have a kid with your ass I would leave you. Who the fuck would you have if I leave you?" I questioned.

"Now you're ignoring me?"

"No—no I'm not. I wouldn't have anybody if you left me, you know that. I'm sorry." She spoke. "I'm really sorry." She grabbed my hand. "Beyoncé when you yell at me it makes me feel bad." She spoke as I rubbed my temples. "I don't mean to make you feel that way." I rubbed her cheek as she sighed. "I love you. I'll always love you." I kissed her.

**flashback over*

Maybe I loved her. But I hated her most of the time. Onika on the other hand? She was my lifeline. I wake up feeling empty when she isn't near. Fuck. I looked over at her sitting in the arm chair completing a puzzle. "At this rate—you won't complete it." I spoke. "What?"

"Well—the key to completing a puzzle is to keep moving. Don't waste your time on the same piece or you'll miss out."

"On?"

"The joy of completing it."

"Oh, so your logic with women, yeah? Make them fall for you and dispose them because you're wasting time?" She questioned as I chuckled. "You're a smart ass. It's really bothering me." I spoke. "So what if I am? You're not gonna do a thing. Are you?" She questioned. "I'll do something. Just after we complete the puzzle." I spoke as I began piecing it. "How are you doing that so fast?" She questioned. "Growing up there wasn't much for my siblings and I to do. Therefore, we spent our free time drawing, painting, crafting, doing puzzles, stuff of that nature."