Family

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

This chapter does get into religion a bit . If you do not feel comfortable about the topic, you can skip it.

"Joy." Beyonce said, approaching her slowly. Joy snapped around and hurriedly to wipe her tears, despite knowing that Beyonce already saw them.

"Come here, sweet girl." Beyonce opened her arms for Joy, who came almost running. She buried her head into Bey's chest, sobbing uncontrollably. Beyonce held her close to muffle the cries. The sound was heartbreaking for Beyonce to hear.

"Come in the bathroom." She held Joy's hand as she guided her to the bathroom. Once they got in, Bey closed and locked the door to avoid anybody coming in.

Joy sat on the toilet lid as Bey crouched in front of her, giving her tissues and rubbing her back. She was gonna ask her about what happened, but she wanted Joy to be calm and able to speak before bombarding her with questions.

"Breathe, Joy, breathe. I'm right here, baby." Bey said calmy, coaching Joy to try her best to control her breath. Beyonce could tell that Joy's chest was beginning to feel constricted. She wanted to soothe her before she spiraled into a panic attack.

Joy took a deep, shaky breath as she squeezed onto Beyonce's hand for dear life. Her breath was caught in her throat and she couldn't release it.

"Breathe, Joy." Beyonce said slowly, her voicr stern, yet comforting. Finally, after some time, Joy calmed herself. Bey was wiping her tears with some tissue while she continued evening out her breathing.

"Thank you, BB..." Joy said softly. Beyonce shook her head with a small smile. "You don't need to thank me, baby. I got you and you know that...Now, I heard you and your dad arguing. I didn't hear everything, but I heard some of it." Beyonce said, her face falling from the smile, emphasizing the seriousness. She had a feeling, but she didn't want to jump to conclusions, so she was going to let Joy come to tell her.

Joy's face fell aswell, fear in her eyes. She wasn't supposed to tell a soul, but it was weighing on her and someone heard. More than she should've. Joy knew she couldn't lie about it anymore and had to come open.

"Bey...Something happened. I'm not supposed to tell, but...I need to tell someone. It's killing me." Joy began, her tone wavering slightly.

Beyonce nodded, listening carefully to what Joy had to say.

"A couple months ago, it was late. Maybe like twelve? I was downstairs in the kitchen grabbing myself something to eat. Then the front door opened..." Joy paused and chills ran down her spine as she brought herself back to that moment.

"Daddy came in. I think he was drunk. I smelt it. I didn't question it, though. Him and mommy were having problems around that time. Anyway, he came in the kitchen and walked up behind me...At first it started off as a regular conversation, but then he stepped closer. All the way in my space. He said..." Joy swallowed and she began to feel her hands tremble as she recalled the events. Beyonce noticed and held her hands, squeezing them in reassurance.

"Breathe, Joy. Take a breath." Joy nodded and held onto Beyonce as she continued to speak with a shaky voice.

"He said he noticed how much I was growing and how beautiful I was. Then he put his hand on my waist. I tried to pull away, but before I knew it..."

"He kissed me. He kissed me and then he forced me...BB, he assaulted me. Ever since he's been really strict with me because he's scared I'll tell someone about what happened, but he...he doesn't want me to wear 'revealing' clothes because he doesn't want to be tempted." Joy was sobbing by now and Beyonce couldn't believe what she heard.