Unconditional Oceans (MegYoncé)

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Megan

"You have a collect call from...: 'Resha'... An inmate at the Dallas County Corrections Facility." The automated system says pausing for Caresha to say her name.

She has so much fucking nerve calling me after the shit she's done to me and Mason.

"I know you fucking playing with me, bruh. What do you want?" I say into the receiver.

"You pressing charges on me??" Her shrill voice cuts through with an attitude.

Is she serious? I should hang up right fucking now.

"Yes." I say calmly.

I'm not about to let this demon see me sweat.

"You a fucking snitch now? You running to the cops on some pussy shit?"

"Would you rather we handle this the street way? Because you know I don't miss." I remind her.

"I'm already in jail, bitch. What more you want?" She snaps like I put her in there.

Her own fucked up decisions put her in that cage.

I am, however, planning to keep her there.

"Man, fuck outta here, Caresha. You raped me. You destroyed my relationship with Victoria. You created a whole ass person, kept him from me and abused him. You deserve to be there for the rest of your life."

I would have taken my son as soon as he was born if I had known about him.

She would have never had the chance to see him if I had known.

She would have never had the opportunity to hurt him.

"So? That was like 4 damn years ago. You wanted to fuck me, anyway... And I heard you got a new bitch and a new baby. Move the fuck on. Drop them fucking charges."

She finna make me go back to the old me.

"First, keep my family out your trash ass mouth. Mason included. Second, I genuinely hope you fucking die but I'll settle for prison."

"You a whiny ass little bitch like your faggot ass son." She says angrily.

"Yeah, you're done, Caresha. Don't call my muhfuckin phone no more." I say hanging up the phone and throwing it against the wall.

She'll never get another opportunity to speak on my child again.

I got something for her ass.

Beyoncé comes in the room with a furrowed brow.

She doesn't say anything she just waits for me to calm down while I pace angrily.

I appreciate her presence but I hate that she has to wait for me to regulate my emotions.

I'm 20 years old. I shouldn't be having fucking tantrums.

Mason doesn't even act like this but I'm so fucking PISSED.

After a minute, I pull her into my lap and she hugs me.

I feel like I'm losing my mind.

I would be totally insane if I didn't have Beyoncé.

"Caresha called me." I tell her when I finally can speak.

"From jail?" She asks.

I nod.

"I swear to God if I ever get an opportunity, I'm gone put one in her head." I say.

I'm not joking. I will absolutely kill that bitch.

"I know." Bey responds softly.

She never tries to minimize my feelings. I appreciate that.

"She didn't even ask how he's doing... She talked shit about him." I say. "She's a terrible fucking mother."

I know I basically had nothing to do with his conception but I can't fucking believe I have a child by that repulsive bitch.

"She's not his mother, Megan. You and I are." She reminds me.

She's right. We're his moms.

Fuck Caresha.

—A few days later—

Omniscient

"Brownlee, you made bail."

Caresha steps out of the door eager to see who bailed her out.

Her mother has made it abundantly clear that she's finished with her—no more chances. So it's not her.

Jatavia cut off communication with her completely. So it's likely not her.

Sean hasn't answered any of her calls but maybe it's him?

She spots an unfamiliar person standing in the waiting area.

Without a word, the woman gestures for Caresha to follow her.

She walks over to her and she leads her to a blacked out SUV.

In the back of the car she's confronted by Glo and Alyssa.

Caresha's heart sinks slightly.

She lowkey wishes it was Sean bailing her out.

She would be safer.

"What y'all bout to do to me?" She asks knowing this isn't a social visit.

"That's up to Megan."

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What they bout to do to Careshaaaaa??? 👀

Megan?

Bey?

Glo/Latto?

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