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IX

One week later

Isabella

As I was sitting in one of the seats on this extremely boujee private jet, I couldn't help but think about how my life came to this point. First of all, I didn't think I'd ever come in contact with a private jet in my life, or a jet period, so that was one thing. Secondly, I didn't expect to be so calm. My head was resting against the cool window as I stared out at the clouds. The sky was a gorgeous pinkish color. I had my headphones plugged into the new iPhone 7 Beyoncé bought me, listening to one of Monica's old albums. It was like a moment of serenity, even though everything happening to me was the exact opposite.

Let's recap a little.

I was released from the hospital a couple days ago, thankfully, but my arm was still in a sling cause my shoulder needed a little more time to heal. It's really inconvenient for me, but I manage.

Anyway, before I was out of the hospital, Detective Union came back to grill me some more about my personal life and then explained to me what was gonna go down. Beyoncé and Jay had their legal custody rights, so I obviously had to go with them whether I wanted to or not. It was definitely a not, but that didn't matter. I tried to fight her on it, but she wasn't budging.

After she left, Jay came back to my hospital room by himself. I was a little taken off guard cause Beyoncé wasn't with him and I figured she would be. I understood why when he gave me a very blunt reality check. I already got the feel that he didn't take shit from anyone, including myself. I was actually kinda shocked cause he kept it 100 with me and I wasn't expecting it. He wasn't really rude about it, and I wasn't scared of him or anything, but I have to admit I have some respect for him now. Beyoncé? Eh, not so much.

When I was released and the paperwork was done, Jay took me by my house to pack up my shit. Beyoncé didn't come cause I didn't want her to, and I don't think she really wanted to either, so she didn't argue. It's whatever.
It's not like I own that much stuff, so it only took us about two hours max. It was crazy though because there were a shit ton of people who showed up when, and I still don't know how, found out Jay and I were there. He told me to ignore it and we left after that. I sneaked some of Ma's stuff in my suitcase, like her favorite book, one of her sweatshirts, and her perfume. I just needed something to remind me of her when I needed it.

Speaking of ma, I still don't know where she is or what happened to her. She hasn't tried to contact me and Darien hasn't heard anything either. I still have the phone he gave me and I make sure I keep it hidden. I have a feeling Beyoncé and Jay are keeping track of who I have contact with, so I talk to him and all my friends on that phone. The new phone they bought me is mainly used for downloading games and music. I have to admit, it is pretty dope being able to download whatever I want. I don't even have to worry about whether the games are free or not anymore, so I'm always snooping through the 'highest grossing' section now. Might as well spend their money if I have it.

So now we're back in the present. I've been less bitchy, but it's mainly because I haven't spoken much. I'm still frustrated and sad and mad but it's so pointless, especially now, to take it out on everyone. I'd rather just keep it bottled up. There's no point in fighting it anymore.

Beyoncé told me that they had their 'people' (??) do a speedy remodel of one of their guest bedrooms to make it into my own. I said okay. She asked if I wanted to help redesign it in the beginning, but I had declined. I didn't really care what the room looked like. I could personalize it in the future if I really wanted to, but as of right now I wasn't concerned with the way it looked.