OPEN UP

EIGHT

1 Hour Later...

The Mall

Megan Pov

I did not enjoy what I was feeling right now.

Like I was being watched.

Followed.

I wanted nothing but to just leave this mall. Beyoncé was behind us holding bags from numerous places that Azari wanted to go.

She was so happy to be out and about. We haven't been outside for a while because I've been so scared that he would find me.

Pardi has people everywhere.

He's always had people watching me, making sure I don't try to leave.

So this feeling that I have right now is telling me someone has found me.

I looked around again and still didn't see anything. I wanna leave.

"Bey can we please leave." I said shakily. I was absolutely terrified. That man will kill me if he finds me again.

Beyoncé could sense my uneasiness and nodded "Of course baby." She adjusted Azari on her hip and we turned around going back to the exit. Azari was knocked out on Beyoncé because of all the walking.

Beyoncé is a strong woman because she's holding a bunch of bags and Azari. Not one complaint.

As we walked the feeling grew even stronger. I started walking significantly faster, a little ahead of Beyoncé.

Stay calm Megan, stay calm.

We walked out into the parking garage and thankfully her car was in the front. I grabbed Azari from Beyoncé while she unlocked the door.

"Are you ok baby? You seem so all of a sudden jittery" she said while unlocking the car door. I didn't respond and quickly put Azari in the backseat of the car. I quickly closed the door and got into the passenger seat, not wanting to talk about it.

I'm sure Beyonce was confused and concerned but I'd rather not ruin the moment with my paranoia. As I sat in the car while Beyonce was putting everything in the trunk I noticed this very familiar person.

Pardi's older brother.

My heart sunk as I seen him eyeing Beyonce while talking to somebody on the phone. If something happens to Beyonce I'll never forgive myself for it. Before Pardi was ever with me he shared his stories of selling drugs and being one of the most "respected" sellers out there.

He has goons and stuff that he'll send if he ever feels like he needs to prove a point. Hence why he was always able to have people watching me whenever I went out.

Pardi is crazy and I mean it.

I was so deep in my thoughts I hadn't even realized Beyonce has gotten into the car and was calling my name. "Baby, are you ok?" I finally heard Beyonce ask.

"I'm fine" I said harshly.

I didn't mean for it to come out that way but just seeing or thinking about anything that associated with Pardi, triggers me into so many emotions.

Beyonce sighed and started the car "I won't force you to talk but Megan I really do care for you. You don't have to shut me out or make it seem like you're burdening me. I wanna hear you, I wanna understand you." She said genuinely.

I didn't wanna make her feel like I wasn't listening but I just need a moment.

"Believe me Beyonce I appreciate you but...sometimes I have hard time processing my own emotions." I stated.