Onika’s POV
Beyonce had been wonderful throughout our relationship, I felt heard, safe and loved. However, I
haven't been honest with her about my past and I was afraid of the how she’ll view me once she knew.
We’ve been together for a year and I had moved in with her although I had yet to tell my family about her.
It was Tuesday, I was at home and the kids were at school, I could now drive after Beyonce taught me and had a driver’s license. I resigned from work a month ago and focused on my ecommerce business, selling clothes.
While busy on the laptop I got a call from my mother;
Me- hey mom
Mom- hello how are you?
Me- I am great and you?
Mom- I’m good, when are you coming to visit?
Me- I don’t know honestly
Mom- well your dad’s birthday is coming up and I’m thinking of throwing him a party. He’d
love for you to be there
Me- I’ll be there
Mom- okay, great the kids for me.
Me- bye
Our relationship was not a great one, I tried for the sake of my dad and kids. I couldn’t blame her for what happened to me but I can’t help but wonder if it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t have gone through what I went through.
I dropped and fetched the kids from school every day, today was Friday and my dad’s party was
tomorrow. Since it was a Friday I didn’t have to cook when I got back from fetching them, we'd order dinner.
As Papa heard Beyonce turn off the engine in the garage he ran to her and after a few minutes they came in through the kitchen door. “Hey babe” I greeted Beyonce with a kiss, “mm hi” she replied and licked her lips with Papa on his hip closing his eyes with his hands. “How was work?” I took the bag from her shoulder and put it on the kitchen table, “it was great” she replied and tickled Papa, who in returned just giggled and tried to wiggle out of her grasp.
After a quick shower Beyonce came down to join us for dinner, it was ribs and chips this time.
Dinner was great, Blue and Rumi offered to clean up and I went to join Beyonce and Papa in our bedroom.
“Tomorrow is my dad’s party” I told Beyonce after I got back from putting Papa in his room, he was fast asleep. “I know, you told me already” she replied, “and you said nothing hence I'm bringing it up again, I'd love for you to come with me and the kids” she looked at me like I was crazy. “all along you didn't want me meeting your parents and suddenly you want me to tag along to this supposed birthday party, what do you expect me to say?" I couldn't believe her “if you don't feel like coming just say so” she just nodded. “I’ve had a long day, let's sleep” she said and pecked
my lips, turning her back on me.
Come morning I told the girls that we were going to my parents’ place for my dad’s birthday party, Rumi and Papa were excited and as for Blue she wasn’t thrilled.
We arrived at the party and I told the kids to go in first and we’ll be right behind. “If you don’t want to be here you can leave” I turned to look at Beyonce in the driver’s seat, “we are already here” she replied and got out the car.
My mom came to welcome us at the door, “hello Onika, nice of you to come. Your dad will be delighted to see you” she said and looked at Beyonce next to me, “hi mom, this is Beyonce, a friend of mine” I told my
mom. “Hi, nice of you to join us” she held her hand out- “hi, nice to meet you” Beyonce shook her hand.
The party got underway as relatives and friends arrived, Beyonce sat next to Blue at the back of house and there we people I didn’t recognize around also.
I approached them, “do you need anything?” I asked them and Blue said ‘no’, “we are fine” replied Beyonce. “Rumi is with some cousins, you could join mu her” I told Blue hopefully and she seemed uninterested, so I left them and went to my dad.
“How’s the party dad?” I asked when I found him in the kitchen, “it’s wonderful. Where is the friend you brought along” he asked, “at the back” wishing he wouldn’t ask any more about her? luckily he stopped.
“There’s someone I want you to meet” dad told me after pouring a glass of whiskey. “Nika, meet Safaree. I went to school with his father” dad introduced him to me and I knew what he was doing. “Hey, nice to meet you” Safaree said, I greeted back and excused myself.
It was starting to get dark and a few people left the party Safaree tried to hit on me but I put a stop to it before he got any ideas. It was 6pm and while everyone seemed to be having a great time, I decided to tell my parents I was leaving. My dad was hoping I could sleep over, but I knew I couldn’t.
After we left I knew everyone was gossiping about me and my past.
Beyonce was set on not talking to me and to be honest she was being unfair. My family aren’t open minded as hers are.
After a shower I got in bed and Beyonce was already asleep or she was pretending to be. “Babe…” I
whispered and she turned to look at me. “Can you talk to me please?” I pleaded, “and say what exactly?” she asked. After a while she spoke up, “go to sleep” she said, it was no point trying to get her to talk to me.
Sunday night I reached a boiling point, Beyonce was in the bathroom getting ready for bed and I just stormed in. “If you don’t want to talk, you’ll have to listen” I told her and in return she left me in the bathroom. I tailed her, “you want me to talk?” Beyonce asked as she turned around to face me and I nodded. “I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at myself. Do you even want to be with me or you settled for someone who could provide for you?” she asked and I was shocked, hearing her say that hurt my heart, “where is this coming from?” I sat on the edge of the bed next to her.
“I love you” I told Beyonce and she just nodded, “I think we should end this while we ahead” she said like it was nothing and I felt my heart break. “No, you can’t do that” I tried to stop her from standing up but to no avail. She scratched her head, “I’m doing this for you” she tried to spin it.
“Did something happen at the party?” something must have happened, there must be reason she is doing and saying all this “seeing you with that guy and how your parents were rooting for you…” she saw me? “but nothing happened!” I shouted. “I know, it would had been better if something did happen” she said and I couldn’t believe she just said that. “Oh, so you wanted a reason to break up with me?” my voice cracked as she stayed silent “what did my mom say to you?” tears were streaming down my face, “do you honestly think
she’d believe we were just friends, huh?! ” she yelled. “Don’t yell at me! ” I yelled back.
Beyonce left the room and I curled up like a ball and cried, she didn’t come back the rest of the night and when I woke up she had already dropped the kids at school and went to work. She
didn’t even bother to leave me a message.
