ESCORTÉ

Where Do I Begin?

*That Same Night*
December 29, 2025
Beyoncé Knowles POV

The cuts on my hand I got from the many glasses I broke stung as I held onto my balcony railing. I planned to have a drink as soon as I walked through those doors but turns out I didn't need one. Not tonight. My rage was enough in itself. I heard her calling my name and silently prayed to myself that she didn't find me out here. The anger and jealousy I felt was dangerous right now. I needed to be here alone. Needed to keep my grip on this railing until I caught a grip on my raging emotions.

"Baby?" I heard her voice just feet away before she slid the door open. I gripped the railing even harder.

"Baby what did you do?.. This room is a mess..." She said while stepping over even more glass I had broken out here. I could feel her coming closer. I knew she was trying to wrap her arm around me but I quickly turned around to stop her.

"Don't touch me."

"What? Beyoncé I know what you're thinking but look." She went in her pocket to retrieve something. I didn't give a damn what she was talking about. I walked back into the house to get away from her. By now, I had a full on headache. By now, I did want that drink. The mini bar in my room was almost completely empty. Partly because of my drinking problem and partly because of me shattering the rest of what was left. But there was bottle I didn't smash. It was a tequila gifted to me a celebrity friend. It would be my poison tonight.

I had drowned out Onika's voice until she began yelling and trying to confiscate the bottle.

"Don't test me." I grabbed her wrist before letting her go and drinking straight from the bottle.

"Of course you drink." She scoffed, angering me.

I was so mad, in fact, that I began to laugh. "You come in my house with a hickey on your neck after you just left his house and you scold ME?" I retorted before drinking again. Her hand immediately flew to her neck as if she didn't know it was there.

"I was literally trying to help you out of this lawsuit. You know how he feels about me! I had to do what I had to do for you." She defended herself while shrugging and slapping down some sort of device on the table.

I wanted so badly to judge her for her past career choice in this moment. To embarrass her. To call her a whore but even in anger I could not.

"I don't care what you thought you were doing over there. I know what I saw. You really think i'll be grateful? Whatever you managed to do was it worth your relationship?" I asked her, feeling the liquor now and taking another drink.

"You need to slow down... and I'm not losing you. Don't say that.. I used what I know to help you!"

"What you know? What fucking him? Forgive me if I'm wrong Onika but I don't remember asking you for help. Stop saying this was for me. I'm not your fucking pimp." I told her. Her eyes widened at the final part.

"You want to tell me what you really think of me so bad. I didn't fuck him!" She picked up the device and threw it at my chest. "Listen to the fucking recording Beyoncé. You have much bigger problems going on than some lame groping me." She rolled her eyes. She really thought she had done me a favor by cheating on me?

My jaw clenched before I took another sip out of the bottle. "I don't give a fuck what you got. I care about how you got it. Get away from me. Now." I spat in disgust as I warned her. She looked hurt before I began walking towards my desk to sit down, drink, and calm down. Of course she heeded no warnings and followed behind me begging like a child.

"Beyoncé it was my fault and I fixed it! God can you just listen to the recording? I'm not the one who's your enemy." She tried to grab me.

By now, the liquor was building slowly in me along with my rage. I needed to be left alone.
I rubbed my temples to soothe the pain that was slowly creeping in.