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ELEVEN

Flashback

14 Years Ago

"You hitting to soft honeybee, get mad and hit harder." My dad told me.

As a twelve year old I was so confused on my dad wanted to teach how to literally kill a person. He was very honest with me and straight up told me he was teaching me how to kill somebody and protect.

I know how to shoot a gun I know how to kill someone with my bare hands.

I hit the punching bag harder like he told me but he continued to tell me I wasn't doing enough to the point I was starting to get upset.

"Beyoncé you don't hear me?! Hit it harder!" He yelled in my face. I clenched my fist harder and punched it as hard as I could.

He kept yelling, yelling and yelling. I just got more and more frustrated.

"I'm hitting it as hard as I can dad!" I yelled, stopping my actions. It feels like my wrist are about to fall off.

"No you're not Beyoncé, you're holding back." He said sternly.

I frowned and looked down.

I just wanna make him happy...

"Don't give up on my Bey, I know your strong babygirl but as you get old I'm gonna need more from you. I need you to be able to be a killer bee at some times ok?" He said firmly.

I've never killed anyone before but I know I am capable of doing so.

My dad made sure of it.

"How about I give you someone real to practice on?" Real? I'm not sure if could do that.

"Bring him in boys!" My dad shouted.

I watched as these men dragged this young man inside of the training room. He was tied up and already seemed to be bruised up really badly.

He kinda looked like my dad.

My dad put his hands on my shoulders, giving me a comforting squeeze.

"This little boy right here tried to steal from me multiple times...he tried to hurt your dad baby." I wasn't sure how to feel about this.

He seems so young.

"My own blood tried to steal from me can you believe that honeybee? I trained him too but he chose to be a bitch and run off. Ain't that right Pardi!?" My dad yelled.

His own blood?

What?

I was trying to process it but my dad continued talking, not giving me the chance too.

"Honeybee I want you to handle my light work for me. I want him to know what my little killer bee can do..." He gently pushed me forward, allowing me to get a closer look at him. I do feel kinda bad but apparently he did something bad.

"d-don't do this please..." He begged. I looked back at my dad for reassurance and he gave me a firm nod.

"Show em' what your about baby." He said with a smirk on his face.

"Cmon man we half siblings!" He shouted.

Lie.

"No we're not." I said plainly.

I raised my fist and punched him in the face, immediately breaking his jaw. I was shocked at the damage I did but it kinda felt nice.

I punched him over, over, over, over, and again until he was unconscious. I was going for another punch out somebody grabbed my wrist.