Mama's Little Girls

thirty-six

Beyoncé Knowles
26 September 2019
Bey's Car Garage

It was a rare moment of peace when I received the call that the garage was being awarded for its outstanding service.

I leaned back in my office chair, stunned, and just stared at the phone. We had worked so hard, day in and day out, pouring our hearts and souls into this garage. It had become more than just a business to me; it was a part of who I was. But an award? That was something new.

I immediately called Onika to share the good news, her voice lighting up through the phone as she congratulated me. I could tell she was proud, and that made me happy.

"You deserve this, Bey." She said, her voice soft and sincere. "I'm so proud of you."

After hanging up, I felt the excitement start to settle in. But there was still work to do. I had a celebration to prepare for. I spent the rest of the morning wrapping up loose ends in the garage, preparing for the evening, and deciding what kind of event I wanted to throw. I settled on a small gathering—a block party with family, friends, and the people who had helped make my dreams a reality.

But as I did that, I almost snapped my neck seeing Porsha near my garage.

"Hello, Beyoncé." she said, her voice oozing with a sarcastic sweetness that immediately put me on edge. "I hope I'm not interrupting."

I stood up straight. "What are you doing here?"

She didn't even answer at first. Instead, she just strolled past me, eyeing the space like she owned it.

My jaw clenched. I could feel the anger bubbling inside me, but I forced it down. "You're not invited, Porsha. I don't want your annoying ass here."

Her eyes narrowed, and she finally turned to face me.

I didn't want to engage with her, not today. I was supposed to be celebrating, not dealing with this bullshit.

She stepped closer to me, pulling a folder out of her bag. "I was just talking to Keri the other day, you know. She's such an interesting woman. We had a lovely conversation about you. About your past."

I tried to keep my composure. "Porsha, why the hell were you talking to my ex-wife? You think you can scare me?"

"I know I can, Beyoncé." She said, her voice laced with venom. "I know everything." She pulled out a stack of papers from the folder and slapped them down onto the hood of a car near us. "These are from your little mugshot collection. From when you were arrested, remember?"

I deadpanned her.

"You thought you could bury it all, didn't you?" She continued, her voice becoming more punchable by the second. "But you have a rap sheet. Records are public and Onika will thank me for finding the rest of yours. Arrested for domestic violence and battery." She chuckled like it was funny.

I couldn't believe this was happening.

I took a breath, keeping my voice steady despite the anger that was surging within me. "You think this is going to make me change my mind about Onika? About us?"

She raised an eyebrow. "I think it'll make her realise what she's gotten herself into. I'm just looking out for her, Beyoncé."

"Is that what you're doing?" I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "You think you're helping her by coming here and trying to tear me down? You think you're helping her by making all this drama?"

Porsha didn't flinch. In fact, she leaned in closer, her smile almost cruel. "You've hurt people before, Beyoncé. You've done things you can't take back. And I don't want Onika to fall victim to that."