S. Knowles
Atlanta, GA
"Aye, y'all gotta leave or you will be trespassed," An officer said, walking over to us while two other officers went over to the other party.
Beyoncé was crying and holding onto me weakly as I held her close, trying to soothe her pain. I couldn't believe what was happening, and I sure as hell couldn't think with everybody asking one million questions. I held my sister and kept my eyes on her daughter who was now passed out in some woman's arms. Beyoncé wasn't lying when she said that her daughter looked like Julez. That little girl was beautiful, and she looked so much like Beyoncé too.
"I need y'all to step outside," the same officer said just as another officer walked in and headed our way.
"I'll go get our stuff," Michelle said softly, walking away.
I only nodded and looked over to the short woman who was staring at my sister. She looked pissed. Just based off of her appearance, and the way she kept calling Beyoncé by her middle name, I assumed that she was the woman my sister was spending time with. It was all so confusing, though, because I didn't know what her role was in all of this. I didn't understand her connection to my niece.
With the assistance of Angie and Kelly, I managed to get Beyoncé out of the restaurant with the two officers behind us. She started screaming and wailing about not wanting to go, but I didn't need her in any more legal trouble. I got her outside, sat her down on the bench, and went to speak with the officers while Kelly and Angie comforted her.
"I'm Officer Sanchez with the Atlanta Police Department," the male officer greeted, shaking my hand. "So, we received a call about a disturbance, and the managers just want y'all off of the property tonight. My sergeant is inside talking to the managers of the restaurant just to see if they want to trespass y'all or not. Can you tell me what happened?"
"Yeah, so, we're in Atlanta to look for my long lost niece. That's my sister right there," I said, looking back and pointing to Beyoncé. "Um, the little girl with the other party is her daughter. My sister went to the bathroom, and I guess she saw her in there, and they're estranged, so it was just a lot of emotion. We just came here to eat. We didn't plan on seeing my niece here, so I do apologize for the disturbance. There was just a lot of emotion from both sides. Everybody tryna protect everybody."
He immediately nodded. "Yeah, I totally understand that. What's your nieces relation to the other party?"
"I don't really know. I haven't even had the chance to meet her, but I'm assuming that's her dad's side of the family or something," I told him.
"Okay, well my other officers are probably gonna get their side of the story as well, just to make sure everything adds up and that there was no funny business. If everything checks out and the managers don't wanna trespass y'all, everybody will be free to go, but as of right now, y'all are detained until we get this all sorted out," he said.
I nodded. "Okay, um... this won't go on our record or anything, right? My sister is already on parole, so I don't want her getting in any more trouble. Especially for something small like a disturbance."
"If both stories check out, y'all will be free to leave without any further questions. There hasn't been an arrest, so it won't go on anybody's record. If the restaurant chooses to move forward with a trespass warning, we'll just have that written and everybody will be on their way. It won't go on record unless you violate the trespass warning, which will result in an arrest and a criminal trespass charge," he explained.
"Okay, thanks," I sighed.
I walked back over to where everyone else was, and I saw them all sitting quietly while Beyoncé laid her head in Angie's lap, sniffling and crying softly. My heart was aching at the sight of my sister going through so much pain, but I was glad that she had calmed down a little bit. I squeezed in between Kelly and Angie, sitting down, and caressed my sister's arm, looking down at her.
