OPEN UP(MEGYONCÉ)

TEN

TW MENTIONS OF SA

Flashback

Megan Pov

I walked into the studio and seen Azari sitting on the couch alone, while Pardi chatted with his guys. I hated having her in here with them because they smoke weed and do all kinds of shit around her.

When she seen me she reached for me immediately. "You can't say hello Megan." I discreetly rolled my eyes but turned around with a smile.

"Hey everyone." I said normally.

Everyone was eyeing my body instantly making me uncomfortable. "Pardi when you gon share a piece of that?" I frowned and awaited Pardi's answer.

"Once I'm done with her yall can have her." Damn he don't give a fuck about me. I wish I could find the strength to leave him.

I decided to ignore his statement.

"Pardi I don't like when your guys smoke around Azari. It's not good for her to be around." I told him.

"Meg don't start that bullshit. She's fine and she ain't complaining so why are you?" Is he fucking stupid?

"She's two Pardi! Duh she's not fucking complaining! I had a baby with a fucking dumbass." I know I'm gonna regret saying that later but I'm tired of this. He can hurt me but he won't bring all his shit around my daughter.

Nigga not even making no music he just smoking.

His bitch ass friends started instigating and shit but I didn't care.

He's don't gonna treat our child like shit.

"We'll talk at home Megan" He said firmly.

I left out the studio and I realized Azari hasn't really spoke. She usually starts talking about all the fun things she did but I was getting nothing from her.

"Zari baby, you want mommy to make your favorite for dinner?" She stayed silent just clenching onto my shirt.

I furrowed my eyebrows and moved her curls from her face "What's wrong baby?" I always made sure Azari could communicate how she was feeling but today seems to be different....

"Hurt me mommy.." she said lowly.

"Hurt? Who hurt you baby?" I questioned my voice now full of concern.

She stayed silent and put her face in my neck. As I drove home I tried to get her to talk to me but she wouldn't budge.

During her bath at home I tried to talk to her but she just played with the little bubbles in the bath. "Zari can you please talk to mommy?" I begged.

"Touch my no, no..."she mumbled.

"Can you speak up for me?" I said.

"Touch my private mommy." She said louder.

I froze and for a second I thought I was tripping. "One more time for me Azari." I asked.