Growing Pains [Finished]

Intro

Intro

Beyoncé laid in bed after another late night in the studio. Reaching for her phone under her pillow she checked the time. It was three o'clock in the evening. She rubbed her eyes and saw that she had twenty missed calls, five voice mails and ten text messages. She sighed and decided to scroll through Instagram before she got up.

Once she finally got up and out the bed her phone rang. She saw it was her mother and she rolled her eyes and answered it.

"Hello?" she answered yawning.

"I know you saw all the voice messages we left you and text!" She heard her mother scream through the phone.

"Well I'm doing fine, how about yourself?" Beyoncé asked moving through her condo.

Tina sighed on the other end of the phone at her daughter.

"You need to bring your ass to Texas and now." Tina said.

"Now why would I do that? I was just there last month." Beyoncé said.

"It's either you come or you're going to be court ordered if you haven't already." Tina said. "You haven't checked your mail yet have you?"

"Uhm." Beyoncé said looking over at the pile of mail on her counter.

"Beyoncé check the damn mail." Tina said.

"Alright, alright." Beyoncé said and went through her mail when she came across the envelope.

She sat her iPhone 6 plus down and put her mother on speaker as she skimmed through it.

"So mama, what is all this actually saying?" Beyoncé asked.

She skimmed through it saying something about a will and rights.

"It means come to Texas and get your son."

"What? Why? He's fine. I just saw him last month. He's okay right?" Beyoncé said. "He's good with Ms. Connie?"

"Did you read the damn letter? She's in hospice. She don't have much longer."

"Hospice?! I just saw her and she didn't say anything about being sick." Beyoncé said now sitting in her living room.

"The cancer took over her body very quickly and what? You expected Messiah to take care of her? He's been staying between me and Kelly."

Beyoncé sighed.

"So what does this mean?" Beyoncé said sitting back on her couch frustrated.

"It means you need to grow the hell up and be your child's mother. He's twelve years old." Ms. Tina said.

"I know how old my son is mama, I did just see him." Beyoncé said.

"You know how stupid that sounds? It was a damn month ago. Bring your ass."

"Aight ma, I'm coming." Beyoncé said and Ms. Tina hung up.

Beyoncé sat back and skimmed over the letter again. She sighed and shook her head. She sat up and picked up a picture of her son that was sitting on the coffee table. She heard her front door open and knew it was one person. She sat the photo down.

"Uh, why you not dressed yet? I thought we were going shopping." Nicki said standing in front of Beyoncé. "And why you look like that?"

Nicki sat down. Nicki was Beyoncé's manager and best friend since she started singing professionally.

"I gotta go to Texas." Beyoncé said sitting up. "My sons grandmother is dying."

"Oh wow, sorry to hear that." She said. "How much time?"

"Not long." Beyoncé said.

"Alright, I'll try to book you the first flight out. How long you gonna be down there?"

"I don't know yet." Beyoncé said.

Nicki nodded.

"So your son. How you gonna go about this? Is he coming up here or?"

"Oh nah, he gonna stay in Texas. I don't want him in the public like that."

Nicki nodded.

"Who's he staying with?"

"He's going back and forth between my mom and his god mother."

"Well Bey, you already know how I feel about the situation and I already told you you need to take responsibility over your son-"

"Nic, I already heard it from my mom and I'm not tryna hear it from you too." Beyoncé said.

"Alright, alright." Nicki said. "Where's your laptop so I can book these tickets. You want me to come with you?"

"No, you don't have to."

"Oh okay." She said going towards the bed room.

Beyoncé just sat on the couch thinking on what in the hell was about to happen in her life. She wanted to make an emergency appointment with her therapist but decided against it. All those sessions have prepared her for this moment. The only thing is she didn't exactly know everything that was about to happen.

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