### Neveah's POV:
Today is shaping up to be one of those days where everything feels like it's hanging in the balance. Mom said she had something important to tell me, something that could change everything. My stomach twists with nervous anticipation as I go through my morning routine, trying to prepare myself for whatever bombshell she's about to drop.
I slip on my yellow Lakers shirt, high-waisted shorts, and my favorite purple and yellow socks. Tan Tim's lace up on my feet, and I leave my hair in its natural curls. Despite my attempt to appear composed, I can't shake the unease gnawing at me.
**Beyoncé:** NEVEAH, GET DOWN HERE! REMEMBER WE NEED TO TALK!
Mom's voice cuts through the air, sharp with urgency. Lately, she's been moody, distant even. I rush downstairs before she has a chance to yell at me again.
**Neveah:** You needed to talk to me?
**Beyoncé:** Yes, Neveah. You know I love you so much, right?
**Neveah:** Yes. Can you tell me what's going on?
**Beyoncé:** Okay, Neveah, I... I'm pregnant.
My heart stops. Pregnant? Mom can't be pregnant with Chris's child. This changes everything, disrupts the plans we had to escape his abuse and anger. I can't find the words to respond, so I turn and run upstairs, escaping the weight of her revelation.
**Beyoncé:** NEVEAH, GET BACK HERE!
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**Two Weeks Later:**
### Neveah's POV:
I've been avoiding Mom for the past two weeks, unable to come to terms with her pregnancy. It feels like everything I knew is slipping away, replaced by uncertainty and fear. I know I need to talk to her, to apologize for running away when she needed me the most.
**Neveah:** Mom, I just want to say I'm sorry for running away. It's just... I can't believe you're pregnant.
**Beyoncé:** Thanks for your concern, but at this point, I don't think we're on speaking terms. Go upstairs.
**Neveah:** Whatever.
I turn away, my heart heavy with guilt and confusion. Mom's words sting, cutting deeper than I expected. I storm off to my room, the weight of our fractured relationship crashing down on me.
**Beyoncé:** Stop being a little bitch and do what I said!
I freeze in my tracks, shocked by her outburst. We've never spoken to each other like this before. Tears well up in my eyes as I retreat to my room, unable to process the hurt and anger swirling inside me.
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This chapter captures the raw emotions Neveah experiences upon learning about her mom's pregnancy. It's a turbulent time filled with uncertainty and strained relationships, highlighting the complex dynamics within their family.
                                      
                                          
                                   
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