Cost Of Fame (Bey & Jay)

Chapter 4

Day 6: My face on December 13th when I learned about the album. :O :O ^_^ 828,773 copies sold worldwide. You did that Bey. #Beyfan #Beyonce #LiveLoveBey

The picture had already gotten almost 500 likes since I posted it. Since this contest began I had also gotten over 100 new followers. The contest was really helping my self-confidence. Everyday I would have direct message conversations with fans from all over the world. I smiled in content at the way Bey was able to indirectly change my life a little bit already. And people wondered why I was obsessed.

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4 days later

"Bad news Nina, I don't have enough money to send you and Liam to school today, I can barely afford our next meal even. I'm going to pull a double shift at the restaurant, so you'll can eat the left overs during the day and tonight I'll bring something from the resataurant. See you." My mother said standing in the doorway of me and my brother's room.

She looked more tired than usual. The bags under her eyes stood out severley, it was difficult seeing her like this but any offers for me and my brother to go out and work were heavily declined.

I had already gotten ready for school and my brother was in the shower. A wave of sadness hit me as I realised that today was the only music class for the week and I was about to miss it.

Sinking back into my bed defeated, I texted May to let her know that I wasn't coming to school.

I decided to google a picture of rain drops to post as my Day 10 photo, as it reflected the mood I was feeling (Now is a good time to play the video). The caption read:

If you were here I would never have to miss my school, I would never have to miss meals. I love and miss you Daddy. Every single day. Heaven couldn't wait for you tho, so you had to go home. #Beyfan #RIP #DaddyImu #Heaven.

I hadn't even realised that I had begun to cry until i felt the hot tears cascading down my face.

My father had been the light of life, to say I was a daddy's girl was an understatement. My father was the light of the entire family to say the least, he made us all smile, he worked hard to make sure we never went without anything.

When I heard that he was killed in a robbery turn homicide my heart broke into a million pieces, the wound had and will never fully heal. He was gone. I tried not to let the hurt affect my life too much but I had hit rock bottom when it happened and I couldn't begin to forget that feeling.

I know it would never dissappear completely but it gets easier to cope with, easier to manage until I see him again.

R.I.P