An Unexpected Love

~13~

Megans POV

"Yes he was there, which is funny 'cause I haven't seen his ass is seven years. Beyoncé is with him, yall; they're married; the shit is weird as hell."

I sat in front of everyone while they all stared at me, confused and shocked all at once. Nene seemed concerned while Nicki seemed slightly annoyed and Normani and Kellon seemed sad. I was ready to pour out the rest of my speculations but the aching pain of reliving the day I learned my dad died was keeping me from saying it all. I wanted so badly to tell them in detail how I felt about finding the newspaper article in Beyoncé's closet...I was scared about what it all really meant.

Nene's head shot back. "MARRIED?!?"

"He was basically her nephew at one point, why the fuck would she do that?" Kellon asked with disgust written all over his face.

"I'm just as confused at yall are but I did find something else...yall know my daddy's case was never really solved, just closed cause they figured he'd fallen on his own because maybe he didn't secure his harness right. I found a newspaper article in Beyoncé's closet about his death and she's mentioned in it a lot; I don't know what all of this means but I hope that little voice in my head that telling me she had something to do with it is wrong," I stated with my voice shaking.

Normani slid closer to the edge of the couch. "Hold on, you think Beyoncé had something to do with your dad's death? Why would she do that and what would she gain from doing that?"

"Money," Nicki said matter of factly, finally speaking for the first time. "She wanted his money."

I scrunched my face in confusion. "And how do you know that? My daddy wasn't rich enough for her to want to hurt him...right?"

I wanted the validation that the cruel thoughts I was having weren't true but even trying to push the thoughts away wasn't working; my heart was breaking all over again, remembering the pain I felt when I first heard the news of my daddy's death. Beyoncé wouldn't do that to him...she couldn't have don't that to him.

"Right, you're right Megan. Beyoncé loved your father and she loved you," Normani said trying to comfort me.

"But she didn't love me enough to not hurt me, so who's to say the bitch didn't do the same damn thing to ma daddy." My accent was clear now that I was getting upset. I didn't want to believe it but I knew there was a huge possibility that she could've hurt him. "We need to go to the police station, like, right now. I still have my bruises, I still have the messages, I have pictures, I have proof. They can't deny me or turn me down. I just need the evidence for my dad's case, it needs to be opened again."

Nene and Kellon nodded their heads in agreement. "We'll be there for you, baby; don't worry," Nene said.

Jill walked over to sit next to me; she rested her hand on my thigh and rubbed it slightly. "I'm here for you, you know that."

"Thank you, Jill, and I know y'all will be. I'd rather go now before I change my mind; I've been through a lot for the past three months and the inner battle has been rough, so I'd rather go now," I spoke truthfully.

"Yea let's go, why don't you ride with me?" Jill suggested. She stood up and grabbed my hand.

I glanced at Normani who had certain look displayed on her face and any other time I would've caved and declined Jill's offer because of it but considering how she's still letting Tory hit it, her opinion on Jill and I wasn't relevant to me. I grabbed Jill's hand and walked out of the house and got into her car, everyone else followed us to the police station.

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I approached an officer cautiously, tapping her on the shoulder gently. She turned around with a sort of annoyance that immediately turned me off of the high for justice I was on. I looked towards the ground as she stood in front of me in her uniform that screamed power; Jill and Nene held me hands firmly, encouraging me to continue.

"I would like to file a report; I have all the proof you could need," I said.

Her head cocked to the side, analyzing my bruises near my eye that flooded into my hairline. "Turn this corner here and walk down the hall, you'll see a window with a name plate displayed 'Angela Carey.' She'll be able to help you there," she instructed while pointing.

"Thank you."

I turned around, squeezing Jill and Nene's hands tighter as a sign of relief. I followed the officer's instructions and spoke with Angela Carey who then led me to an interrogation room to give my statement. Only one other person was allowed to stay in the room with me, to "avoid intimidation," the officer said; Jill sat in the corner of the room, worried as I looked back at her.

"So, Megan, tell me what's doing on? I can see your bruises and I can tell you're shaken up," she spoke.

"Well I...I had a complicated relationship with someone my father used to be married to...she was sweet and very loving to me at first but she started to be controlling and showing signs of abusive behavior. One night, the night the abuse started, we got into an argument because she was doing a lot in front of guest at my friend's birthday party—"

She interrupted me. "Describe, doing a lot?"

"She was making a lot of sexual advances towards me in front of guest. We had been intimate before and flirted and things like that but never in front of others. So, when we got home the night of the party, we got into an argument and it got physical; she grabbed my throat, pushing me into a wall then hit me so hard I started bleeding when I refused to go upstairs to have sex with her...after she hit me, I was so afraid of what would happen that I went upstairs anyways and took it all. For two months she abused me in that house, taking away phones, and made sure security was there most of the  time. I found my way out for the first time but was threatened to come back where I felt trapped all over again, constant threats and the phones were gone. I got out this time after my cousin Jay dropped me back off at home when Beyoncé wasn't there; I looked for my phone in her room and found it in the mattress. I have text, I have bruises over a two month period and pictures of things I witnessed her partake in..."

I let it all out, crying in the process. It was time for Beyoncé to be put away for good, for what she's done to me but also what she could've potentially did to my daddy. The officer took notes as I spoke, then paused to read what she had vigorously written down.

"Let me take a couple of pictures of you for the record, I noticed a couple defensive wounds on your hands and arms. You did good Megan, taking in all the evidence you could...you have a great basis for an arrest here."

I smiled slightly after wiping my tears, I glanced at Jill whose eyes were bright red. I stood up against the white wall and took the pictures that would help my case. I'm glad I had all the evidence I needed for an arrest to happen. Next, all I needed was enough evidence to see if Beyoncé killed my father.

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