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1st - Part 2

Part 2

"I'm sorry," Robert said through the phone as he listened to his eighteen year old daughter tell him what she was going to do without any remorse or fear. She must have had the wrong person because he knew damn well she wasn't talking to him. Robert had to remind himself that he was a Christian man and did not use words of blasphemy. Otherwise would have told his lovely daughter where she could put her decision. "Say that again young lady."

Beyonce inhaled shakily and made it her business not to sound as ridiculously scared as she was. "I'm moving to Miami with my boyfriend."

"Giselle, what the hell are you talking about?"

Beyonce cringed. He never cursed or called her by her middle name unless she had fucked up to the fifth power. Like when she was almost arrested for criminal trespassing her junior year.

"My boyfriend, Shawn, you remember I told you about him?"

"What about him?"

"Well, he got drafted to the Dolphins and so he's moving out there and I wanna go with him."

There, she said, it's out there. I have told him the entire story with all the truth and can put into it. There were no lies or secrets and the deed was already done. She couldn't take it back and she didn't want to. She was a grown ass woman and she had made this decision weeks ago when he first got back from New York where they held the draft.

Shawn had expressed his want for her to follow him wherever he went before he left. They were lying in his bed one night and he made her promise to stand by him in whatever decision he made. He had the option to stay at school of course but in the event that he didn't, he wanted to know that he wasn't alone. "Promise me you got my back," he said into her hair as they listened to music.

Beyonce promised and she meant it. She was willing to go with him if he left. She could always transfer or even reapply there. It wasn't the end of the world. She was grown now and it was time for her to start making decisions based on what she wanted and what her goals were.

"... Have you lost your mind?" Robert asked and when there was a brief pause, he spoke again. "Beyonce Giselle Knowles you answer me when I'm talking to you!"

"No sir I haven't it's just-."

"Just what?" he butted furiously. "Are you playing some sort of joke?"

"No sir," Beyonce felt like crying. And she was not a crier. It was just not something she normally did. Her father knew that.

And when he heard it through the phone, her sniffles and little hiccups he had no sympathy. "You cut that out right now! Now I don't know what that boy had got you to thinking but you are not moving to Miami!"

Beyonce shook her head. It was going worse than she thought. Denial, she was ready to handle, head on, but blatant stubborn ass, she was not. "Daddy I am."

"And what the hell makes you think I'm gonna just let you throw everything away to follow some boy clear across the country?!"

Beyonce hiccupped. "You don't have to let me, I'm a woman. I can do whatever I want."

"No!" Robert barked raising his voice and slamming his hand down on his desk as he stood. He ran a hand over his tiny afro and looked around like a mad man. "Look," he said in the calmest voice he could muster while he listened to his first born cry softly. He could picture the eyes that she'd inherited from him red with tears. "You will not quit school. You will not move to no damn Miami."