"I know if I'm haunting you, you must be haunting me."
BEYNIKA ONESHOTS: chapters, scenarios, scenes, and an imagination running wild.
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Onika.
"What did you gain, Onika?" Beyoncé asked angrily as she banged against the glass that was separating us, making me cower deeper into my chair.
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"What the fuck did you gain from ratting me out to the feds, Onika? Protection? I was giving you! Love? I also was fucking showering you with that? Money? You ain't need that with me. What did you fucking gain? Answer me!!" She lashed out, as she stood up while hitting the table, hard. I couldn't meet her gaze, I didn't want to; because I knew she was broken behind all that anger she was lashing out at me with. And what pained me more is I was the reason behind it.
"Oh nah, cat sure ain't got your tongue now after you used it to put my whole life in the system's hands." She said bitterly, and I winced at the raw truth behind all that.
She sat down again, and shook her head as she stared hardly at me, assessing me. I slowly lifted my gaze, and was met with one of steel from her, one that made my throat go dry. "You broke me. Prison ain't hurt me the way you did, you betrayed me." She said calmly, as she huffed out a bitter laugh. "You managed to do what no other motherfucker did. You killed me, Onika." She added as she stared tight into my eyes, making mine tear up.
At the sight of my tears, her jaw ticked. "Get out. And never show me your face again." She said, her voice as cold as the interrogation room they granted us to meet in, for now what seemed to be the last time. Forever.
