Cost Of Fame (Bey & Jay)

Chapter 14

Two weeks later and I had graduated school, gotten my results and was all packed  up and ready to leave Trinidad. Beyoncé had left a couple days after she spoke to my mother. Initially she had insisted that I leave with her the same time but I refused to miss my graduation.

My travel documents were all handled apparently, by B of course, how and when she met with my mother to arrange this, I had no idea. I was still on the fence about the whole leaving the island thing and at first I thought that maybe I should wait until I turned 18, but the constant calls and text messages from B lessened this resolve significantly.

A few days ago I was Dm'ed a picture of the most beautiful bedroom I had ever seen. It was maroon and cream, two of my favourite colours, with a large canopy type bed, two sitting chairs, an expensive looking lamp, maroon drapes and everything. The decor was classy but still youthful. I loved it instantly.

What nailed the coffin shut was my name beautifully painted on the wall over the bed. Which confirmed the room belonged to me. I was never a materialistic person, but coming from basically nothing and struggling all the time, it felt good to finally have something. Forgive me if I'm wrong but I was loving it.

A second picture came minutes after with the caption "You into shoes or nah?" The picture was of what appeared to be a closet dedicated just for shoes, heels, flats, runners, sneakers, boots. At first I thought it was B in a store, but I recognized the same maroon walls and the same theme generally of the bedroom.

Beyoncé was making it really hard to say no.

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The airport was busy but I could only seem to acknowledge my brother and my mother before me. They had both come to see me off and I could tell that this was breaking my brother's heart, more so than even my mother, but I don't know if she was just hiding her emotions.

"Don't forget yaa brother Kev huh Nini. Call me every day when you get off that plane. Always remember I love you and I gotcha back." Kevin said as he embraced me. I couldn't stop the tears that involuntarily rolled down my cheeks.

"Take Mia on a date why don't ya? I better call and hear that ya'll fools together." I replied drying my eyes.

"Urgh No. I can't stand her ass." Kev said, sucking his teeth

"So why you blushing then Kevin Bacon?" I laughed turning to my mother.

"Give ya mama a kiss" I embraced her and planted a kiss on her cheeks before saying my final goodbyes and picking up my one measley suitcase.

1 hour later and I was on a one-way  flight to the United States.

Paparazzi was something I knew immediately that I would never get used to.  Walking through the airport with Beyonce gripping my hands, surrounded by body guards and a million flashing lights blinding me, will scar my memories forever. As we exited the terminal as quickly as possible with a mob following us, I wondered why Bey hadn't just sent a car to pick me up since nobody knew who I was. Speaking of..

" Beyonce who is that?"

"Is that your cousin?"

" Are you a lesbian now?"

These were only some of the many absurd questions that were thrown at us before we finally got into the car. The car held myself and Beyonce in the back seat, along with the driver and a bodyguard at the front.

"Don't worry you get used to that." She said turning to face me.

"Sure" I responded, although I was sure I never would.