Start Over

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Akira | Los Angeles, California

"Who am I?"

When the words passed through my lips, it felt like the room froze. The detectives were exchanging glances and auntie Ky looked like she saw a ghost. My anxiety was blasting and I was just utterly nervous. I didn't even want to look around the room. I could feel Y/n's eyes on me but I was too afraid to look up.

I heard shuffling before my chin was lifted, "your name is Akira Giselle Brown, and you're the oldest daughter of Beyoncé" Auntie Kylie told me, staring me straight in the eyes. I teared my eyes from her to look at the detectives or Y/n for confirmation if this was false or not as tears welled in my eyes.

"You are also my only child, my little Mookie" Y/n told me with a small smile. I shook my head, tears beginning to cascade down my face as I was slowly breaking down at the information. I moved my hands to repeatedly rub along my face before squeezing my hands into a fist to try and withhold my emotions.

I hated crying in front of people, it made me feel like I was weak and couldn't control my feelings.

"I guess Matthew was right huh" I muttered to myself then roughly wiped my face. I turned to Aunt Kylie, "How? How did I end up with them and I belong to—them!?" I asked her, gesturing to Y/n angrily as I was starting to get more mad then sad then I was just a few seconds ago. Auntie—or Kylie sighed, "I don't know how you got with us Akira, I have no idea whatsoever. All I know is Kanye dropped you off at Kris's and it's been that ever since" she told me. I eyed her, "but you knew?" I asked her. She nodded, "yes, I knew. I've know for a few years" she told me.

I threw my head back and let out a sigh, slowly going back to feeling upset. I knew I wasn't born into this family but everything I thought I knew was a lie. I've been living with them for I don't know how fucking long, and it looks like both of my parents were living in the same fucking city as me.

"How long?" I muttered to anyone honestly. "How long what, Akira?" Detective Benson asked. "How long was I with Kanye and Kim?" I whispered. "Fourteen years" Y/n spoke up.

That's what broke those already cracking walls that were weakly holding me afloat.

I bit my lip and squeezed my hands, "can you all get out, I need a minute" I asked softly, not trusting my voice at all in this moment. I heard the door open and feet leave. I only heard three sets so that meant someone didn't abide by my request.

"Baby A..." Auntie—I mean Kylie trailed off. I shook my head, not wanting to hear whatever excuse she was about to tell me. I honestly just wanted to be alone. No, I needed to be alone in order to fully process. "Please, I just wanna be alone" I muttered. She sighed but I heard her leave the room finally.

Only then I allowed myself to fully let the watergates flow. It felt like the tears were falling nonstop as I replayed the words that they told me.

"Your name is Akira Giselle Brown"
"Fourteen years"
"My little Mookie"
"I've known for a few years"
"The oldest daughter of Beyoncé"