Onika, a single mother, is desperate to find a cure for her daughter's mysterious illness. Just as hope fades, she meets Dr. Beyoncé Knowles, a determined doctor who refuses to give up.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Onika Maraj Houston, TX
We left the yacht as soon as I got the call, and I texted Lauren to meet me at the house.
My leg was bouncing uncontrollably, and Beyoncé said, "Baby, you need to calm down."
"Calm down?" I laughed angrily. "I'm beyond mad. I haven't been this pissed since Jayceon and I had that fight years ago. He got a scar to remember that shit. I let my guard down after Amora got sick, and he took advantage. But now, I'm done."
Beyoncé said, "Bae, I'm calling your mama."
"I don't care who you call," I snapped.
I grabbed my phone and called Megan, putting her on speaker.
"Where the fuck are you?" I yelled when she answered.
"Uh, home," she replied, her voice shaky.
"How did you know my place was on fire?" I demanded.
"He texted me fire emojis. He mentioned wanting to do this before, but I thought I talked him out of it," she said.
I laughed bitterly. "Bitch, when I'm done with him, your kids are gonna be mourning your body too."
I hung up, and Beyoncé looked over, placing her hand on my thigh.
"I love you," I said.
She looked at me with concern. "I love you too, but I need you to calm down. I've never seen you like this."
"I can't calm down," I said. "My babies live here. He's fucking crazy and obsessed."
"We'll let the police handle it," Beyoncé said gently.
"Oh no, baby. We're letting Cookie handle it," I replied, leaning back smiling.
"Who's Cookie?" she asked, looking confused.
When we pulled up to the house, I saw it blocked off. Half of it was still burning, and firefighters were working hard to put it out. I jumped out of the car, ignoring Beyoncé's calls.
My mom, Lauren, Solange, Kelly, and Nipsey were there, rushing towards me. I pushed past them, heading straight for the officers and firefighters.
As I approached the scene, I saw the firefighters still battling the flames. I made a beeline for Officer Harris, who was talking to some other officers.
"Hey, I'm Onika Maraj," I said, trying to keep it together.
"Hi, I'm Officer Harris," he said, shaking my hand. "We've confirmed it's arson. Someone deliberately set this fire."
I already knew that, but I played it cool. "Arson? Are you sure?"
"Yeah, we're sure. Do you have any idea who might've done this?"
