Chapter 6🤎

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by bey_carter_4life

by bey_carter_4life

Trey Pov

The silence in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife, the only sound the scraping of forks against plates. Ain't nobody talking, just eating, like the food is the only thing that matters. I glance to my right where London sits, unmoving, staring at her plate like it holds all the answers to her problems. Her being untouched.

Across the table, Beyoncé notices too. She nudges Shawn with her elbow, breaking his focus on his meal. He looks up, frowning in confusion, his eyes bouncing between Beyoncé and me like we got the answers. I shrug. Ain't got nothing to do with me 🤷🏾‍♂️. I came here to eat, not to play family therapist.

As I dug back into my food, I heard Shawn sigh, and a fork clattered against a plate. I lift my head, catching the hesitation in his eyes as he stares at London. He wants to say something. but he was struggling to find the words. So, I decided to jump in and help him out.

"London, you good?" I turn toward her, my voice cutting through the silence.

She looked back at me, shrugging. "Yeah, bro, why? What's up?"

I don't buy it, and apparently neither does Shawn. He finally speaks up. "You haven't touched your food."

London flicks her eyes downward, twirling her fork between her fingers. "I ain't really hungry.

"Why not?" He pressed

She hesitates. Then, softly, she admits, "I don't know, I just—" she pauses, exhaling, "I really wanna get to my siblings. Got this feeling something ain't right."

"Well, why don't you eat something first?" Beyoncé says, steady, practical. "That way, we can leave sooner."

"Yeah, she's right," I add, nodding toward London. "Eat something, and we'll get to Rya and Chubbs faster."

London exhales again, this time slower, more deliberate, like she's weighing her options. "Yeah, you right," London said, finally picking up her fork and takes a bite

1 Hour Later

We finish eating, clean up, and start gathering our things. Jay tells London and me to head to the living room with our bags and wait while he and Beyoncé grab the rest of their stuff upstairs.

I toss my duffle onto the couch and sit down, bouncing my knee impatiently. My stomach is full, but that uneasy feeling lingers. London was right—the air feels off, like something ain't sitting right in the universe.

And whatever it is, I just hope we ain't too late.

To be continued......................

YO!! Ya girl is back nd is feel good bro. Now lmk how I did since i came back from my break.

Thoughts on London?

Thoughts on Trey?

Thoughts on Jay?

Thoughts on Bey?

Yall think shi abt to go down?