La Familia

08. Needed Me

Needed Me

Chapter Eight

May 17, 2014

The  condo filled with Clifford's friends as Bey stood in her bedroom. She  hadn't been out to have a good time in a long while. She couldn't  imagine the last time that she just let down her hair and had a great  time. Living on the run with Shawn and Sutton hadn't been the most  pleasant thing. If she wasn't drowning herself in self-pity, she was  looking after her husband as he cheated on her. Bey bit down on her  bottom lip and looked at herself in the mirror. Her natural colored hair  giving her the basic-ness that she hated. She made the mental note to  dye her hair back to her signature blonde before the weekend was over.

Her phone vibrated constantly against the countertop. Her eyes lit up at the name as she eagerly answered it. "Constance!"

Laughter could be heard on the other end of the phone. "Baby girl! Where are you? You just left me!"

"I'm so sorry, precious." Bey playfully pouted in the mirror. "I had to make a quick visit to New York."

Constance  smacked her lips. "Quick visit, Bey? You've been gone for a while. Tell  me the truth. Your husband's full of shit and won't tell me anything."

Bey  nervously laughed at Constance. She wasn't too sure how much trouble  the woman had given Shawn, but she prayed it wasn't too much. Constance  was a nosy and curious woman. If she ever wanted to know something,  she'd find out. It was the reason that Bey oftentimes encouraged her to  be a private investigator. She was the nosiest woman Bey had ever own.

"Leave him alone, Cee."

Constance breathed out in annoyance. "You always stick up for him! Let me have some fun with him sometimes."

Bey  looked around her new condo bedroom and sighed at all the shoes she had  yet to stuff into her closet. She was still in the process of getting  an entire new wardrobe. Furnishing the house was her first step. It was  the easiest for her. Getting all new clothes deemed to be the hardest.  She could hear the boisterous laughs from the crew downstairs. She knew  that they were all patiently waiting for her to finally get ready, but  she didn't care how long they waited.

"No, ma'am."

"Fine. When are you coming back?"

Biting  down on her bottom lip, she stuck her foot in the black Christian  Louboutin heels. "I don't think I am," she responded. Bey fluffed her  hair out a bit. "But I think you should come here."

"New York? Bey, I think that's a bit too fast paced for me."

"Nonsense.  You won't know the truth unless you come. Come down for the weekend and  I promise to treat you to a good time. We can hit all of the hottest  clubs – even though there's only one club that's the hottest."

Bey grinned. "It's called Privé. It's a personal favorite of mine. I'm actually headed to it now."

"Beyoncé?  Going to a club? The world must be ending!" Chuckling, Beyoncé recalled  all the numerous times Constance tried to get her out and in the clubs.  She would always decline and cite that she needed to be home with her  baby. Truthfully, it was simply because Bey didn't want to be seen in  any of the clubs. It was too crowded and she didn't want to take that  risk. She also knew that no clubs in Maryland were going to be good  enough for her.

"Whatever girl. I'll call you later, alright?"  Constance and Bey said their goodbyes just as Bey walked downstairs. Her  living room had turned into a chill room for Cliff's friends. The scent  of weed filled her nostrils as she looked at them all. They were good  and high, which let her know that they were planning on having a good  time tonight.