Solange POV
"Piaget!"
I look up and see this woman's shadow. She started walking closer and I swear I must have been dreaming. It was her. My sister, the one who left me twelve years ago. What is she doing here in New York? I- we thought she was dead and she's been alive all this time.
"......"
"Beat it kid." she told him and he looked at me for confirmation.
"Count your blessings white boy cause you just got saved by this nice lady."
With that he took off. When he was out of sight my sister turned to look at me. It must have been thirty minutes with us standing there staring each other down in this cold ass alley. So I started walking away.
"How've you been?" I stopped dead in my tracks.
"The fuck did you just say to me?" I said turning around.
She breathed deeply, "You heard what I said Piaget."
"Solange. You don't get the privilege of calling me that. No. Not since you left me twelve years ago!"
"Solange I-"
"What?! What can you possibly have to say to me after all this time?!"
She looked down with sadness written across her face but I don't give a dam!
"Beyoncé do you know what you put our family through? Daddy tortured and fired your guards because he thought they killed you! Andre and me were on an even tighter leash. We couldn't leave the house at all for three years because mommy thought her worst fear came true!" I screamed at her. "She pulled us out the game and that caused problems in their marriage. We moved away from the house and left daddy there by himself and he- he- he almost put a bullet in his skull!" I was crying hard by now.
She started towards me. "I di-"
"No! No don't touch me!" she jumped back a little. "You weren't there when I needed you to be so I don't need you now!" I said turning from her.
"Piaget wait!"
"Bitch didn't I say don't call me that!"
"Look I'm sorry! I didn't know all of that hap-"
"Of course you didn't know! You left us!" I yelled.
"If you'd shut up and let me fucking speak!"
"Nah I'm tired of hearing you talk." I said pulling out my gun and pointing it towards her.
"So that's it?" she said. "You just gone shoot me? How you gone explain that?!"
I kept staring at her with anger in my eyes. "I could. Everyone thinks you're dead anyway."
"And then what? Huh?! What the fuck is that gone solve?!" she yelled at me.
"You hurt our family. We don't let anyone hurt family Giselle. You know that."
BANG!
"AHHHHHH" I screamed. This bitch just shot me in the arm. I didn't even see her pull a gun.
She walked towards me, "I barely used my gun but I was always quick and slick when I did. You know this Solange. Don't play yourself."Bey POV
"Now come on. We're going to go somewhere and talk."
"I ain't going no where with you."
"You want me to shoot your ass again?" She rolled her eyes.
"Like I said, we're going to go talk. Get in the car Piaget. I won't hesitate to shoot you again."
She started mumbling something, "You got something to say?"
"I said fine."
We made it to my car and got in, "Now where am I going? I know y'all been here long enough to find a diner or something where we can walk in without them questioning your wound."
She just stared out the window ignoring me. So I put pressure on her arm.
"SHIT GISELLE!"
"I know you heard me. Now speak up and don't get blood on my seat."
"There's a pizza place three blocks away." she said with an attitude.
I nodded and began to drive. We pulled up and got out. I let her lead the way as we walked in and went straight to the back. I grabbed the first aid kit and cleaned up the wound where I shot her.
"Thanks." she mumbled.
"You're welcome." I said sitting back.
"You said you wanted to talk. Talk."
"Solange I didn't mean to just leave y'all. I saw the open opportunity and took it."FLASHBACK AUGUST 2004
"Giselle, I need you to go with this kid to Dallas and make a drop."
"Okay daddy." This is my chance. I'm not getting caught this time.
"Here's ten to have for the trip if you see something you want."
"Thanks daddy! I love you. Never forget that."
"I love you too Giselle. Why you talking like this is going to be our last time seeing each other?"
"No reason, just thought I'd let you know." I smiled weakly.
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Roses {Finished}
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