Babymama

33.

Beyonce Knowles
HIVE Nightclub

Broken-Hearted Girl

It was like a ton of bricks hit me. I felt totally empty, alone, and yeah, maybe a bit down. It's a kind of emptiness that hurts. When she rejected me, it was as if I could feel actual daggers stabbing my heart. I felt left behind, like everything we had didn't mean a thing.

"I'll have another," I stammered to the bartender. She gave me a worried glance but went ahead and poured another shot of that sweet butterscotch bourbon. After the eighth one, I stopped counting. All I could feel was numbness.

"Bey I love you but I don't think you should have anymore"

"T-this is MY FUCKING CLUB" I yelled pointing at her. "You give me what I want!"

Fuck wrong with people trying to tell another grown ass adult how much to drink.

"Stop," someone snapped, "I'm not dancing with you." I caught sight of some dude hassling a girl. Knocking back my shot, I felt the bourbon's smooth burn. I stood up and headed their way.

"H-hey, she said leave her a-alone"

"Bitch take your drunk ass on" he lightly pushed me as I stumbled a bit, I chuckled. I regained my balance tapping him to make him to turn to me.

"Bitch, I sa-" I punched him right in his mouth, I shook my fist feeling the aftermath and sting of punching him. I picked up my empty glass hitting him on the head, I got on top of him and continued punching him. I was angry and he was my target for the night.

All I saw was red until I was being lifted off of him and handcuffed, oh fuck.

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Mama Tina

It was now 1 am, and we had all gathered at my house because none of us had heard from Beyoncé. We were a bit worried because she wasn't at home or responding to her phone.

"I tried again, Mama, but I got nothing," Solange said, her shoulders slumping as tears welled in her eyes. Everything just seemed to be too overwhelming.

Nicki sat on the couch, her face buried in her hands and her legs trembling, while Lauren and Kelly attempted to soothe her. I love Onika but at that moment, my concern was entirely for my child.

I paced the floor until my phone rang. I dashed to it, hoping it was Beyoncé, but even though it was an unknown number, I answered anyway.

"Hi is this Beyoncé's mother?"

: yes, who's this?

: it's Lexi from HIVE, I was bartending tonight she had one too many drinks and got into an altercation, she's arrested.

"WHAT?" I hollered, making Nicki jump and hustle over to me, with everyone else following behind.

: she beat this man unconscious, they took her ten minutes ago I found your number in her office.

"Thank you Lexi"

I ended the call and paused, taking a moment to gather my thoughts. When I lifted my gaze, I was met with a sea of anxious eyes, all silently urging me to speak.