DREAM GIRL

Never fails

𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄̀ 𝐆𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐒
𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍, 𝐓𝐗
𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀

"Why does love always seem so very hard— fuck
It's such a struggle to win the re-ward
Because I'm playin' with the wrong cards But I think I got the winnin' h-hand— Fuck! I can't do it. I-I can't" Beyoncé panted, quickly stepping off the treadmill she was just running and singing on. She fell to the floor, angrily snatching the heels off her feet as tears began pouring down her face.

Matthew watched silently with a cigar between his lips as he sat slouched in the chair. "So you just gone cry and throw a tantrum girl?" He taunted making Beyoncé's cries become vocal.

She didn't care what he thought of her as she grunted out sobs of frustration while pointing and flexing her aching feet. Matthew didn't move a muscle as she began hyperventilating. She angrily punched the floor and forced herself to stand up. She forced her body back on the treadmill, giving her body a second to adjust to its fast pace. Matthew smiled, leaning his elbows on his knees as she began singing again.

"I got a trick for you" he teased, standing up from the chair and heading towards the treadmill. He turned the speed up with a devious smirk. Though her body was aching, she could hardly breathe, and the treadmill was going entirely too fast, Beyoncé didn't stop. She was determined to get through the whole album while running. She'd almost got through the first time but the heels hindered her from doing so. She still felt like a failure since she folded and took her heels off but hey, at least she got back up and tried again.

She worked out every day from 4 am to 7 am. Then she goes to school for 3 hours before coming home and recording more songs she wrote. Sometimes she would head straight to a performance right after school. The schedule would kill any other 16-year-old, but Beyoncé was built to survive. No matter how much pain it caused her, she couldn't give up. She felt like she'd just be cheating herself of a revolutionary career. Giving up made you a failure and Beyoncé would die before earning that title. She couldn't fail. She just couldn't.

With her perfectionist attitude, Beyoncé ran on that treadmill until her bare feet began to bleed from the friction sores she acquired. About an hour and 30 minutes later, she was through singing their whole Destiny's Child (self-titled) album and was singing any old song of theirs she remembered, still running. Her body was so numb, that she didn't even notice the crimson red seeping through her toes and staining the treadmill. Her legs had lost all feeling and it felt like she was floating on a cloud. What would've been excruciating pain to anyone in their right mind felt painless to Beyoncé.

Her mind, emotions, and body were now in auto-pilot mode. The only thing she had control of was her voice and hardly that. Matthew was impressed, but he would never admit that. Instead, he got up from his seat where he sat reading the local paper and stepped towards the treadmill. He turned it off, watching as Beyoncé continued running until it came to a complete stop.

She stepped down to the cold tile and collapsed right on the contact. She didn't make any outward sounds of pain, instead, she laid there fighting the urge to let her eyes roll closed. "Come on girl. Ya mama wanna talk to you before you go" Matthew told her, taking a step back from where she laid.

Beyoncé took a deep breath. She didn't want to go to school today, she was far too exhausted and her day was just getting started. Forcing herself off the floor, she took flat-footed steps towards the door of the backyard "gym" her father built along with a few others. It was pretty nice, similar looking to a dance studio but a bit smaller. Beyoncé walked like a baby taking their first steps through the backyard grass, ignoring the sharp carpet of nature irritating her open wounds. The burning hot concrete didn't make it any better. She refused to put the heels back on, so she remained strong. Matthew pulled open the sliding glass door that led to the backyard and stepped to the side allowing Beyoncé to go in.