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Beyoncé6 years ago

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Beyoncé
6 years ago

"Beyoncé, come sit down." My mother shouts as soon as I walk in the house.

I can tell the energy in the house is off.

The air is thick with tension and I know my sister has something to do with it.

She sits at the dining table with our parents beside her and a satisfied smirk rests on her face.

My mother looks pissed and my father looks disappointed.

I take a seat across from them.

"Where have you been?" My mom asks.

"At Kelly's house." I lie.

"That's interesting because we just left Kelly's house. You weren't there."

"I know where she was mommy." Keri says smugly.

She's been holding my sexuality over my head for weeks.

She swore to me she would never actually say anything but I can tell she told them.

"I want to hear it from her." My mother says glaring at me.

I look over to my father for help and he looks away.

He never puts my mother in check.

She runs everything and he just lets her.

"I was with a friend." I say quietly.

"Who is this friend that has you lying and sneaking around?" My mother questions.

I don't say anything.

I know by the look on her face she already knows.

"That girl's cat got your tongue?" She asks.

"Tina..." my father finally speaks up.

I guess the vulgarity was too much for him.

"I didn't raise a bulldagger, Giselle." My mother says ignoring my father.

"You barely raised me at all." I say quietly. "You spent all of your time mothering Keri and now she's just as rotten as you are."

She reaches across the table and slaps me hard as fuck.

Even Keri looks shocked.

"Okay! That's enough. Beyoncé and Keri, go upstairs." My father says.

We get up from the table and head up the spiral staircase towards our respective rooms.

I hear my father tell her hitting me was too far and I scoff.

My face is hot from both the slap and from the anger I feel towards my family.

I hate them.

I silently swear to myself that when I start a family it will be with someone who loves me no matter what.

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