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Beyonce Knowles March 21
Today was Friday, thank God. It's been a long week. Nicki was discharged from the hospital on Wednesday. They sent her home with pain meds and wanted her to continue to do hand exercises for the rest of the week. India has been speaking more with her and comes to the apartment to make sure Nicki does them.
Of course, I make sure she does it, but India just gives off an annoying little sister vibe and gets under Nicki's nerves, making her do them.
"Onika..." I said.
"What, Beyoncé?" she asked.
I looked out of her bathroom and towards her because I just knew I didn't hear any attitude from her.
"You slept on the wrong side of the bed?"
"Well actually, yeah. Your obsessed ass wouldn't move back away from me. I could feel your pussy muscles all on my ass," she said.
She was laying in her bed, scrolling down TikTok, the cover covering half of her face; all I saw were her eyes.
"Oh girl, hush. I just like to keep you close."
"When are you going back home?" she asked, and I raised my brow.
"You tired of me already?"
"My bitches can't come over because your ass been here," she joked, and I laughed, putting my watch on.
Of course I stayed with her, she didn't want to come to my house and I was not letting her out of my sight. Not for a minute.
"Keep on... you and these so called bitches end up missing." I said.
"Oh girl, hush. You're not even like that," she said, and I smiled, shaking my head. I looked back in the mirror, straightening my hair.
Today, the students were beginning to sew the outlines of their designs, a crucial step in their projects. It bothered me that Nicki was missing out on this. Just yesterday, I had tried again to convince her to come and simply be part of the process, even if she couldn't participate fully.
But, as usual, she was stubborn.
I leaned against the door, arms crossed, watching Nicki scroll through her phone.
She looked up briefly and asked, "What?"
I tried to engage her. "We're starting to see the actual pieces for the suit. They're doing a rough outline of the suits now..."
Nicki chuckled and scrolled to another video, clearly not interested. I persisted, "Nicki, come on. It's important to see everything coming together. You should be there."
Her demeanor shifted as she put down her phone and showed me her bandaged hand. "Why the hell would I go, Bey? Look at me! I got shot, Beyoncé! I'm in pain, i'm not about to act like i'm okay."
