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Brandy Jones Home
November 1
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my hands as I knelt in front of her. Blue's eyes were barely open, her breath shaky and uneven.
I had to stay calm, but seeing her like this was enough to make my chest tighten.
"Keep your eyes open, babygirl, I need to know you're conscious," I said, my voice softer than I expected, but firm.
My hand rested on her leg, a small comfort, as I sped through the streets back to my home. It felt surreal, driving her again after all these years.
I hadn't seen her since Beyoncé and I split, not by my choice, but I understood why. I wasn't the person I needed to be back then.
But now, things were different. I was different.
We pulled up to my house twenty minutes later, and I got out quickly, rushing to her side. The door creaked open, and Blue groaned, a pitiful sound that made my stomach twist.
"I know, baby, I know," I whispered, my arms gently helping her out of the car.
She leaned into me, her body heavier than it should be, like she couldn't support herself.
Inside, I sat her down on the couch, running my hand over her hair, trying to calm the both of us. She was hurting, and I needed to be here for her.
I moved quickly, grabbing my health kit from the cabinet, my mind racing with every worst-case scenario.
Kneeling down again, I carefully started cleaning her face. There were cuts, bruises-things I couldn't even process all at once.
My heart sank deeper.
"What happened?" I asked, keeping my voice as steady as I could, though the crack in it betrayed me.
Blue just shook her head, tears running silently down her cheeks. She was trying to be strong, but I could see the fear and pain in her eyes.
"Talk to me, baby. You gotta tell me what happened," I urged gently, brushing away some of the blood with a damp cloth.
Her lips trembled, but she stayed silent.
"Please, Blue. You're safe now, okay? No one's going to hurt you here," I whispered, trying to coax something out of her.
Her sobs softened, and she finally opened her mouth to speak, her voice small and broken. "It's Jashawn...Alyssa...they..." Her words faltered, and the tears came harder.
"Who are these people?" I asked softly, trying to keep her talking, trying to focus on her instead of the knot of emotions rising inside me.
Blue sniffed, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
