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Bey pov

"Why dad?" I questioned. I was taken a back by his demand.

Most of all confused.

"Beyoncé just do as I say." One thing I don't like about my dad is that it's his way or no way.

"No because clearly there's something yall know that I don't!" I shouted. All I know is that man abused both Megan and Azari.

"You know how many times that man tried to steal from me Beyoncé? If she's married to him imagine what could happen." What? That doesn't even make sense Megan wouldn't do that.

She's to precious.

"She wouldn't do that dad-"

"How do you know that Beyoncé? I'm not taking any chances end it Beyoncé and if you don't I'll have to step in." Is he threatening her? I chuckled darkly and stepped in his face. I care too much about Megan to just leave her. I promised her I would be there for her.

"I'm not leaving her dad and that final." When I said I was a daddy's girl that also meant I was just as challenging as he was.

This whole ordeal just pissed me off. I walked away not wanting to be in the presence of my family anymore.

I can't wait to get home and relax.

2 Hours Later...

After what happened I've been trying to get the thought out of my head that Megan could be trying to play me. I knew she wouldn't do anything like that but in the back of my mind I wasn't so sure.

I hesitantly grabbed my computer and opened it, searching Megan up on digital footprint. When her name popped up it showed all her information

Phone number.

Address.

Everything.

Her "current" spouse was Pardison Fontaine. I've never heard that name in my life but apparently he's tried somethings with my father.

I decided on looking into her husband instead and boy has he been locked up a bunch of times.

Public intoxication.

DUI.

Resisting Arrest.

Sexual assault to a minor.

Reckless endangerment.

Repeat offenses.

Domestic Violence.

Illegal drug use.

The list goes on.

How the hell is he not in jail for life?

My phone started ringing and I seen it was Megan called me. I felt my body heat up and quickly picked up the phone to answer "Wassup beautiful." I said softly.

"Do you like oxtails?" She questioned. Do I like oxtails? Hell yea.

"Of course I do baby." I replied.

"Well...I-I made some for dinner and if you wanna come over you can...or I can just bring it over to you-"

"No need baby, I'll be right over just give me a second." Megan always gets so nervous to ask me over for dinner. She knows I can't cook and she feels bad when I have to eat a bunch of processed foods.

I put on some loose sweat shorts that showed the band of my boxers and a loose crop top.

I may have a dick but I'd like to say I walk on a fine line of masculine and feminine.