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Onika Maraj
Nov 1
The second Blue called, I knew something was wrong. Her voice was trembling, and before I could even get a full sentence out, she told me-she got jumped.
My heart dropped.
She was crying, begging me not to tell Bey, but I wasn't about to keep this from her.
I handed the phone to Beyoncé, and she took one look at the address, her face pale.
"What address did she give you?" she asked, her voice tight, like she was holding it all together by a thread.
I showed her the screen, and she punched the address into the GPS without a word.
Solange was already in her car behind us, following close. She pulled out of the driveway, speeding down the road.
Beyoncé was gripping the wheel so hard her knuckles were white.
"What happened? What the hell is going on?" she asked, her voice rising.
I swallowed, trying to keep it together for both of us.
"She said she was jumped."
"By fucking who?" Bey snapped, her voice breaking as she blinked back tears.
"I don't know, Bey," I said softly, trying to soothe her. "You have to calm down, we'll figure it out."
She shook her head, eyes red, and her voice cracked.
"That's my fucking baby," she whispered, more to herself than to me.
I reached out, placing my hand on her thigh, trying to bring her back from the edge.
"We're gonna get her, Bey. Just breathe." But I could tell she wasn't hearing me, not really.
She was lost in her fear, in that fierce protectiveness only a mother feels.
It took us about twenty minutes to get to where Blue was, but it felt way longer. Beyoncé jumped out of the car as soon as we stopped, and I was right behind her with Solange trailing us.
None of us had slept, except maybe Sol for an hour or so, but we were all running on pure adrenaline now.
It was almost 5 a.m., the sky just barely starting to lighten up. Everything was still quiet outside, which made it all feel even more intense.
We walked up to the house, and for a second, I wasn't sure we were at the right place.
Then the door opened, and this woman with freckles stood there.
Beyoncé laughed, but not the good kind of laugh.
"You got to be fucking kidding me," she said, her voice low and sharp.
