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Beyonce Knowles Home
Nov 1
I groaned as I woke up, blinking my eyes a few times until I saw Blue standing in my room, arms crossed, smirking like she knew something I didn't. I sat up, yawning.
"You okay?" I asked, still half-asleep.
"Mmm, what about you?" Blue shot back, smirking even harder.
I squinted, chuckling. "I'm fine, Blue. Why you looking at me like that?"
"You and Ms. Nicki all cuddled up. I'm one step closer to getting my little brother."
I couldn't help but laugh, but when I glanced over at the other side of the bed, it was empty. The t-shirt I'd given Nicki was neatly folded on the edge of the bed.
My smile faded a little, and I frowned, confused. "Where did she go?"
"She said she had to go," Blue answered casually.
"Where?" I asked, leaning over to grab my phone.
Blue shrugged, still grinning. "She said she had to go home."
I felt a pit forming in my stomach. "Did she sound... panicked?" I asked, trying not to let the worry show too much.
"No, Mom. Why?" Blue looked confused.
I cursed under my breath. "Fuck!"
I got up, dialing Nicki's number. No answer.
I went into the bathroom, brushing my teeth quickly, my mind racing. Blue followed me in, concern creeping into her voice.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
I walked into my closet, trying to stay calm as I pulled on some clothes. "Blue, sometimes when someone's been hurt, especially by someone they love, it's hard for them to stay away from that person. Even if they know it's bad, they keep going back. It's complicated." I paused, glancing at her while slipping on a shirt. "It's like... their mind tells them one thing, but their heart tells them another."
Blue frowned, trying to understand. "You think she went back to him?"
"I think so, baby. I need you to stay here"
Blue followed me, clearly still trying to process everything.
"But why would she go back if she knows it's bad?" she asked, her voice full of confusion.
I sighed, grabbing my jacket as I headed downstairs. "Because, Blue, abusers don't just hurt people physically. They manipulate them, guilt-trip them, make them feel like they can't leave. They twist everything so the victim starts believing they deserve it, or that no one else will care about them. It's hard to break free, even when they know it's wrong."
