𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

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BEYONCÉ POV

"Hey mama" I said as I walked in the house. I had just got back from school and it was horrible. "Hey baby. Where's your sister?" My mom asked. I shrugged not really caring. "She said she had to be somewhere so she was just dropping me off I guess." I said setting my book bag on the couch.

Solange pissed me off today at school and I didn't even want to say anything to her for the rest of the day. I don't know why she has to basically be my caregiver at school. For gods sake she's twenty two.

"Bey, whats the matter?" My dad said as he walked into the living room. I groaned throwing my head back. I seriously didn't want to talk about it but I knew my dad was about to push me until I actually said it. "Solange pissed me off today and I was already in a bad mood because on Sunday something happened with this one girl." I said all in one breath. I didn't want them to ask any further questions, but knowing my parents they'll keep going until I get everything out. Especially my dad since he was a therapist.

"We will get back to what happened with Solange later, but what happened on Sunday?" My dad asked. I groaned again, knowing if I told him he would go nuts. "Ughh! I don't want to talk about it daddy!" I said as I grabbed my book bag and ran upstairs to my room.

I haven't spoken to Onika in four days just because of all of the things she did on Sunday. She didn't even try to reach out either. Not at school or on the phone or anything. Now I knew where that acquaintanceship stood and I wasn't going to cross that line at all.

I closed and locked my door as I turned on my tv. I was about to take my daily afterschool nap, I just needed some noise in the background. I put on thunderstorm sounds, and quickly stripped out of my clothes.

Only left in my matching bra and panties set, I quickly climbed in my messy bed. "I have to clean." I said to myself. This week so far has got really hectic and stressful. It was because I couldn't find anything to wear. Not only that but, everything that happened on Sunday was weighing heavy on me.

Why was she saying all of that stuff and then look at me like that?

That was the only question that was running around in my mind all week. It was weird but it's also confusing. "Bey you don't need her." I heard someone say. I looked around my room and that's when I saw her.

She was standing next to my bed. "Drea I told you.. I didn't want to talk to you anymore." I told her. She rolled her eyes and sat on my bed next to me. "Well I wanna talk to you and we're going to talk about that girl Onigga." She said putting her hand on my thigh. "Onika." I corrected trying to hold in my laugh at the nickname. "Yea that." She said squeezing my thigh.

"Drea, don't touch me like that." I straight faced her as she moved her hand up my thigh. I rolled my eyes. "Bey, why did you do that on Saturday morning? I thought it was just us against the world." She said referring to what happened in the shower that morning. I just shrugged because I didn't know either. "I wanna take my nap now.. you're cutting into my time that I'll be sleep. You can leave now." I said getting comfortable under my two blankets. She grabbed my boobs before fading away. I shook my head and closed my eyes.

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I opened my eyes, realizing that someone was knocking on my door. "Come in." I said quietly, hoping whoever it was could hear me. I saw my door open, and it was my mom. "Hi mommy." I said sitting up slightly. "Hi bumble. You slept almost two hours later than you usually do, is everything okay?" She asked me. I grabbed my phone to look at the time, I sighed seeing that it was 7:50pm. "Yea, everything's fine. It's just Drea kept me up." I said rolling my eyes slightly.