Adopted by beyonce

Chapter 7: The Great Divide (Updated)

I chose to skip 3 months
ahead Neveah is 16 and she has a boyfriend named Jake he's in the mm

I also added Blue Ivy in the book. Beyoncé is still pregnant but Blue is her and Chris' biological daughter who is 5 years old.

### Beyoncé's POV:

I stand in the hallway, staring at Neveah's closed bedroom door. The sound of her footsteps echoing through the house as she runs upstairs reverberates in my ears. Her words still hang heavy in the air, each one a dagger piercing through my heart. I never imagined it would come to this—my own daughter, feeling so distant, so misunderstood.

Neveah's attitude has become a wall between us, thick and impenetrable. She spends more time in her room than with the family, her once vibrant presence now muted by resentment and defiance. As her mother, I ache to bridge this divide, to understand what's causing her pain and frustration. But each attempt to reach out is met with resistance, pushing us further apart.

**Beyoncé:** I don't know what to do. Neveah still has her attitude. She doesn't listen to me, and she isolates herself half of the time. I understand she's mad, but I need to talk to her.

The doorbell interrupts my thoughts, pulling me from the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. I open the door to find Jake standing there, a bright smile on his face.

**Jake:** Hi, Ms. Knowles.

**Beyoncé:** Hi...

**Neveah:** JAKEYYYY!

**Jake:** Hey, shawty, ready for school?

**Neveah:** Uhh, yeah, let's go.

Neveah's excitement at seeing Jake momentarily lifts the heavy atmosphere that's settled over our home. She's been with him for two months now, and in that time, he's become a constant in her life. I can see why she's drawn to him—his easygoing nature, the way he makes her laugh, and how he seems to genuinely care for her. Blue adores him, and despite my reservations, I can't deny that he treats Neveah well.

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### Neveah's POV:

Jake is the love of my life. We've been together for two incredible months, and he's everything I could have ever hoped for in a boyfriend. He understands me in ways no one else does. Blue loves him, and even Mom seems to approve of him. But I haven't told her how deeply I feel for him yet. I know it'll be a challenge.

**Neveah:** Uhh, Mom?

**Beyoncé:** Yes?

**Neveah:** Mom, you know Jake, right?

**Beyoncé:** Yeah.

**Neveah:** Mom, I really LOVE him.

**Beyoncé:** No, you LIKE him, honey. You know how I feel about that word.

**Neveah:** Just because you and Dad don't LOVE each other doesn't mean I can't LOVE Jake.

**Beyoncé:** You shut your mouth.

**Neveah:** No, you don't own me.

Before I can finish my sentence, I feel a sharp sting across my cheek. My hand flies up instinctively, and tears well up in my eyes from the pain and shock.

**Neveah:** NEVER EVER put your hands on me!

**Beyoncé:** You made me do it with your stank attitude. It's getting out of hand. You don't have the right to talk to me like that, and you damn well know that once I find out what's making you act like this, you're never leaving this house.

**Neveah:** Rot in hell.

I turn and race upstairs, slamming my door shut behind me. The weight of everything crashes down on me—my conflicted feelings for Jake, the strain with my mom, and the feeling of helplessness in my own home. I collapse onto my bed, tears streaming down my face. Why can't Mom understand that I love him? Why does she have to control every aspect of my life?

**Neveah:** I can't take this anymore. My attitude might be bad, but if I don't speak my mind, I'll just be miserable.

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### Beyoncé's POV:

As Neveah's door slams shut, the echo reverberates through the house, leaving a painful silence in its wake. I stand there, my hand still tingling from where it struck her cheek. Guilt washes over me like a tidal wave. Never in my life did I think I'd raise my hand against my own child. But her defiance, her stubbornness—it pushes me to the brink, testing the limits of my patience and understanding.

I sink down onto the nearest chair, tears welling up in my eyes. How did it come to this? Neveah used to confide in me, share her dreams and fears without hesitation. Now, she's withdrawn, distant, a stranger within the walls of our once-loving home. The weight of my actions hangs heavy on my shoulders, a painful reminder of how far we've drifted apart.

**Beyoncé:** What have I done?

The sound of Blue's footsteps interrupts my self-reflection. She peers up at me with innocent eyes, sensing the tension in the air.

**Blue:** Mommy, where's Neveah?

**Beyoncé:** She's... upstairs, Blue. She needs some time alone right now.

**Blue:** Why was she crying?

**Beyoncé:** It's... it's complicated, sweetheart. Neveah and I... we had a disagreement.

**Blue:** Will she be okay?

**Beyoncé:** I hope so, Blue. I really do.

Blue wraps her arms around me, offering a hug that I desperately need. In her embrace, I find a moment of solace, a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, we can find our way back to each other. But first, I need to confront the truth within myself—my fears, my regrets, and the love I have for my daughters.