Speechless

Fifteen

Bianca
2 years ago.

Beyoncé got LeToya pregnant and I can't fucking breathe.

I held it together while she was in here but the moment she left I fell apart and I'm still falling.

I wipe the tears from my eyes but they won't stop coming.

I take a deep breath, hoping to steady myself but it doesn't work.

I have to figure out what to do.

I hate this.

I'm so...

Sad?

Mad?

Guilty?

Anxious?

I don't know.

My chest hurts.

I really want to physically harm LeToya for taking advantage of my kid.

I guess I'm more mad at myself for not noticing something was going on.

The past few months she's been spending a lot of time at LaTavia's place but I didn't realize she was going to see LeToya.

I should have known.

I don't know how I would've known that but I should have.

Beyoncé is my responsibility and I failed her again.

I didn't even know she was having sex, let alone with a grown ass woman.

I can't freak out in front of Bey because she'll freak out but...

I'm overwhelmed.

I wish my dad was here.

I've been making it up as I go this entire time but I don't even know what to make up at this point.

Beyoncé needs my support but I can't let her be with this grown ass woman.

This is triggering old emotions that I don't want to feel again.

I try to soothe myself by telling myself that Bey slept with LeToya consensually.

She wasn't held down like I was.

That's better, right?

But she's legally not old enough to consent...

And LeToya's disgusting ass knows that.

The bitch is in law school for fucks sake.

She knows every law and statute she broke by crossing that line with Beyoncé.

What was the point?

Because now I have to send her to prison.

"Bia?" I hear Beyoncé's muffled voice call, knocking lightly on my door.

"Yeah?"

"Do you want me to order a pizza or something?" She asks.

I look at the time and realize that Beyoncé left my room 4 hours ago.

We should have eaten dinner by now.

"Yeah! Get breadsticks, too!" I yell back trying to sound normal.

I gotta pull myself together.

She needs me.

—Present Day—

Beyoncé

"Mooooom!" I exclaim standing at the foot of Bia's bed, waking her up.

She groggily tosses a pillow in my general direction missing me by a mile.

"Mommy! Wake up!" I laugh.

"Beyoncé. This shit is getting so old." She says still not opening her eyes.

I came home a week ago and I've been pettily giving Bia hell.

Not because I'm angry.

Actually, I'm kinda over it.

She's always been my mom and whether she told me or not, our lives were destined to be different from everyone else's.

I'm giving her hell because it's fun.

"Get up, mom! I'm hungry." I say shaking her bed.

"Bro, you're 18. Go in the kitchen and cook something." She says turning over.

"I want your cooking." I laugh.

"I actually kinda miss when you were too traumatized to speak." She groans sitting up.

"Low blow." I laugh, not really caring.

Her alarm sounds.

"Waking me up a few minutes before my alarm every morning for the last 4 mornings is a lower blow." She yawns.

"Fair point." I chuckle.

"What do you want for breakfast?" She asks, kicking her feet over the side of the bed.

"Megan and I already made breakfast. I just wanted to aggravate you." I chuckle.

She rolls her eyes.

"I could have slept a bit longer." She says mugging me.

"You love me anyway." I shrug.

"I love you beyond words. But you're an asshole."

Bia does her morning routine before coming downstairs to eat with Megan and I.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my mother." I announce making Bia and Megan roll their eyes.

"You're worrisome." Megan tells me, shaking her head.

"She is." Bia says sitting down to eat.

"That may be true. But I'm also cute." I smile.

"Very." Megan laughs leaning over to kiss me lightly.

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Bey is feeling okay about the situation. She's even in a silly goofy mood. Do we like jokester Beyoncé or y'all want her serious all the time?

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Beyoncé?

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