A/n: welp 😌
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Y/n's POV
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"Are you still in Paris?"
My mama ain't even say hello first.
I sat back against the headboard in the hotel suite, hand draggin' slow over my face while I stared at the half packed suitcase still open on the floor.
"Yes, ma."
On the other end, she exhaled hard. "Your manager keeps calling me. She said your flight back was booked three days ago, and every time she thinks you're coming back, you cancel."
I looked over at the curtains. Still closed. Room dark.
"Tell her stop bookin' the flights."
"Y/n."
"No, I'm serious. Tell her stop bookin' shit for me. I'm not leavin'."
There was a pause.
"Baby."
"I'm not leavin' till I fix this shit with Bey."
The words came out too fast.
I sat up straighter immediately, jaw tightenin'. "Nah, fuck that and fuck her actually."
My mama got quiet.
I laughed, but it wasn't funny. "I ain't gotta fix shit with her. I don't. I just want Blue. That's it. I want my daughter and I wanna bring her home."
"Don't say that."
"Why not?"
"Because that is not how you feel and you know it."
I smacked my lips and threw my head back against the bed. "Man, yes it is."
"No, it's not." She said, calm as ever. "You are there for all of it. To see Blue Blue, yes. But also to mend your relationship. To make things right."
I squeezed the bridge of my nose. "Bruh, she don't give a fuck."
"Y/n—"
"No, ma. She don't. She don't believe shit I'm sayin'. She don't wanna believe it neither. And I'm tired of talkin' to somebody who already got they mind made up."
My mama huffed. "Try to understand where she's coming from, baby."
"Fuck that." I snapped. "She ain't tryna understand me."
Silence.
I stood up off the bed, pacin' now, heat crawlin' back up my chest.
"That girl was out here lyin' on me." I said, voice risin'. "Sayin' mad shit. Mad shit. And Beyoncé believed it. Still believe it. She don't even care enough to see what else happened after."
My mama didn't interrupt.
"She don't know shorty got sent a whole cease and desist. She don't know that bitch admitted she was lyin'. Said she was jokin' and shit got too far. She don't know none of that because she don't wanna know. She don't answer nobody calls, she don't read shit, she don't wanna hear nothin'."
I stopped pacin' and looked down at the carpet like I was about to walk holes in it.
"I made a whole public fuckin' apology to her." I said. "Even though I ain't do shit. And she probably ain't even care to see that either."
"Y/n."
"She wanna believe this shit, let her." I shrugged, even though she couldn't see it. "I don't give a fuck no more."
That was a lie.
A weak ass one too.
Cause the second I said it, my chest got tight.
