Kelly Pov I held my head in between my legs. Bey rubbed my back as I tried to breath. "In and out In . . . an-" before I could finish I was back over the toilet again. "God Kelly. You really need you're meds." Bey picked her phone out dialing a number. Carefully putting the phone to her ear she waited.
*Ringing* *Ringing* *Ringing* "You have reached the voice mailbox of-"
Bey quickly hung up letting a breath out. "I'll have to go over there myself and-" I cut her of as I tired to get up. "No I'll go." Bey gave me worried more confused look. "You can't go you're a mess." Her words came off harsh. But true. "I know but its mine. Plus you don't even know where it is." I leaned over the sink trying to ease myself. "Kelly you can't drive.-" "Well you can't either. You're pregnant and I can't put you under anymore pressure then you've already been in." She let out a sigh. "Okay call me as soon as you get there." Bey put on a very serious face. I gave her assuring nob as she stepped away for a second.
Looking into the mirror I analyzed myself. Or a hollow version of what I perviously was. My baby girl was gone, my wife wasn't answering the phone and my mind was betraying me by the second. Throwing some water onto my face I tried to somehow refresh and wash away what was happening to me. I went over grabbing a towel dabbing my face.
I walked around the corner running into Bey. She jumped a bit. "Oh I'm sorry. Just shaken up." I stood shaking a bit. Bey looked at me sincerely. "You're not driving." she said sternly. "Bey I need my pills." My fingers ran up and down the seam of my jeans. "I know its better if you get an escort-" I cut her off. "Bey this is not the time for this. I'm a grown woman -" "Who's daughter is missing. You don't know left from right right now." She was completely right. "I'll ask one of the deputies to take you." She turned away going to do so.
Beyonce has always spoken her mind. She loves hard. She treats Kendra like her own. So I could see why this was tearing her up inside. She very over protective. I remember when she didn't care about anyone but herself .
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I sat in the living room of Beys new House. They had just moved into a bigger house a couple blocks down. Now that the family is somewhat expanding. Me being Bey's "bestie" and all, I was helping them move in. Considering this was like my family.
"Get your lazy ass up." Bey said as she stood over me. I ignored her as I kept my eyes on the TV. "Aye fat ass!" Bey impatiently unplugged the tv. "Hey what the hell Bey?" I frowned my eyebrows at her. "You're supposed to be helping me unpack. Not having wet day dreams about John Stamos." She folded her arms. I rolled my eyes getting up.
We both turned going up the stairs. "Plus Mama, and Micheal went to pick it up from the bus station about an hour ago. Which means the mistake is going to here any second. The quicker I get done unpacking. The quicker we can meet at Chelle's. I don't wanna have anything to do with bozo the clown." Bey rambled on harshly. "I can't believe there really letting that orphan move in." "Don't you think that's a little mean." I tried to reason with her as we traveled up the big staircase. Turning to me she stopped me dead in my tracks. "My dad cheated. Then he got another woman pregnant, she dies and now the little shit has to live with us. Its bad enough I have to share with slowslow." She referred to Solonge. Upping an eyebrow at Bey I questioned her a second time. "Bey the woman is dead. Somebody lose their mom. I think they have it slightly harder than you." "Ugh! Kelly your never going to get It!" She turned going up the steps. "You're right." I mumbled under my breath before following her.
