Adopted by beyonce

Chapter 40: A Complicated Visit (Updated)

**Neveah's POV**

It had been two weeks since Drake and I made our relationship official. Today, I was heading over to my stepsister Nikki's house. I had been looking forward to catching up with her, but I was uneasy. Nikki had always been someone I trusted, but lately, her behavior seemed off, especially around Drake. She had been flirting with him in a way that felt uncomfortable.

**At Nikki's House**

When I arrived at Nikki's, she welcomed me warmly, but it was clear from the start that something was wrong. We had been chatting for about two hours when I noticed her incessant teasing of Drake. It was one thing to joke around, but her comments crossed a line. I didn't think Nikki was like this; it was making me question things. Despite my discomfort, I tried to brush it off and enjoy the visit, but it was difficult.

**Back at Home**

When I got home, Drake noticed my change in demeanor. I had been giving him the silent treatment since our return from Nikki's. He was perceptive and knew that something was bothering me.

Drake: "Ma, what's going on? Why are you so mad?"

Neveah: "I saw you with Nikki. I didn't like how you were interacting with her. It felt like you were giving her more attention than me."

Drake: "Listen, ma, I'm sorry. It was just that Nikki was a new girl, and I wanted to check her out. But you're the baddest I know, and I'm sorry if I made you feel otherwise."

His words were sincere, and he leaned in for a kiss. Despite my frustration, his affection made me feel better. I ended up lying on his chest, feeling a mixture of relief and exhaustion. I fell asleep there, clinging to the comfort of his presence.

**The Next Day**

The next morning, I knew I needed to confront my mom about some pressing issues. I got ready, opting for a green crop top with the word "Chill" emblazoned on it, high-waisted jeans, and my 11s. My hair was styled in two side cornrows, which felt practical yet stylish. I dressed Faith in a cute yellow belly top and matching high-waisted shorts with black Uggs, while Aubrey wore a simple black shirt, black jeans, and his 13s.

Neveah: "Baby, can you watch Blue's kids along with Aubrey and Faith while I head out?"

Drake: "Where are you heading?"

Neveah: "I'm going to my mom's house. Can you please watch them?"

Drake: "Alright, ma. Just tell me where you're going."

He pulled me close, and I could see the concern in his eyes.

Neveah: "I'm heading to my mom's. Please take care of the kids for me."

Drake: "Got it. I'll take good care of them."

**At My Mom's House**

When I arrived at my mom's house, the first thing I noticed was the smell of smoke and the sight of her holding a glass of wine. It wasn't unusual for her to indulge, but today felt different. I was worried.

Neveah: "Mom, getting high and drinking isn't good for you."

Beyonce: "Listen, Neveah, stop with the lectures. What do you need?"

Neveah: "I need you to not press charges against Blue or anyone else."

Beyonce: "Neveah, I'm not trying to be the worst mother, but she can kiss the crack of my ass. She made a mistake and now she has to face the consequences."

Neveah: "Mom, I—"

Beyonce: "My decision is final, Neh Neh."

Neveah: "But—"

Beyonce: "Neveah, I said that's it."

Neveah: "Mom, I don't care if you want to press charges. Blue is just a 16-year-old girl who doesn't have much money. I know you won't let this happen."

Beyonce: "I don't think it's right for you to be her—"

Chris: "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE, HUH? HUH?!?"

Neveah: "Chris, calm down."

Beyonce: "Baby, calm—"

Chris: "YOU BROUGHT HER HERE SO YOU COULD TELL HER? THEN FUCKING TELL HER! I CHEATED ON YOUR ASS! I DON'T FUCKING CARE!"

Neveah: "Are you high?!?"

Chris: "NAH, BUT I'M ABOUT TO GET HIGH ON YOUR ASS!"

Neveah: "Mom, you should just leave."

The confrontation left me rattled. Chris's anger and my mom's stubbornness made the situation unbearable. I left feeling overwhelmed and unsure of what to do next.

**Back at Home**

When I got home, I found Drake on the phone. The conversation seemed to drag on for hours, and my frustration grew with each passing minute. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he hung up.

Neveah: "Who was that on the phone?"

Drake: "Who was who?"

Neveah: "On the phone. Who were you talking to?"

Drake: "Jasmine."

Neveah: "What?!?"

Drake: "Jas—"

Neveah: "I heard you. I want to know why you were talking to her."

Drake: "Business—"

Neveah: "Is it me or her?"

Drake: "What?!?"

Neveah: "Is it me or her?"

Drake: "You, ma, forever—"

Neveah: "It doesn't seem like it. I'm going to sleep in Faith's room."

The conversation had pushed me to my limit. I was exhausted from dealing with family drama, unresolved issues with Drake, and everything in between. As I settled into Faith's bed, the day's events replayed in my mind. My mom's reckless behavior, Chris's outburst, and Drake's ambiguous conversation with Jasmine left me feeling lost and confused. I needed some space to sort through my emotions and find clarity amidst the chaos.