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XXII

Isabella

I slowly walked into Beyoncé and Jay's bedroom and saw Beyoncé packing up her things. She already told me we were flying back to New York tomorrow, but didn't give me an exact reason why. I did hear her crying last night, and Jay never came home, so I'm guessing he told her about the Gina situation. I still don't know why he was in contact with her, but I'm assuming Beyoncé does. I doubt she'll tell me though, but I'll still ask about it.

Beyoncé looked up at me when I sat on the edge of the bed and smiled. "Hey baby, do you have everything packed?" She asked. I looked at her carefully and saw how red her eyes were, which meant she'd been crying. Again. Damn, what did Jay do?

"Yes." I nodded slowly. "Are you okay?"

Beyoncé smiled weakly. "I'm fine." That was a weak ass lie.

"Where's Jay?" I asked, raising my brow. I noticed her flinch a little and frowned, narrowing my eyes. "What did he do?"

Beyoncé shook her head and took a seat next to me. I turned my body to face her more. "I don't want you worrying about that, baby. You don't need to." She brought her hand up to my face and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear before kissing my temple. "Everything's going to be fine, I promise."

"I don't believe you." I said softly. "What did Jay tell you?"

Beyoncé sighed. "Don't worry about it, Isabella. It's grown folks business, okay?" She said firmly. I huffed loudly and crossed my arms over my chest. "Hey, no need for the dramatics. Chill out." Beyoncé warned.

"Sorry." I mumbled. "Can I ask one more thing though?" Beyoncé sighed and nodded. "Does he know where Gina is?"

Beyoncé dropped another shirt into her suitcase before shrugging. "I don't know." She said softly. She continued folding her clothes and putting them away while I watched her.

"Wouldn't that be illegal since she's a criminal?" I asked. Beyoncé glanced at me and I shrugged. "I'm just asking. Jay could get in a lot of legal trouble if he was helping her or something." I paused and raised my brows. "Was he?"

"Isabella." Beyoncé narrowed her eyes at me. "What did I just say about staying out of grown folks business? Do not worry about this, I've got it. I'm dealing with Jay, you don't need to."

"How are you dealing with him if you're running away?" I pointed out. I was getting bold today, but I didn't care. I really wanted to know what was going on with this whole Jay/Gina situation. Beyoncé seemed to be the only one that knew aside from those two, and it's not like I can ask them about it. So, my options are limited here.

"I'm not running away. I need space." Beyoncé stated firmly. She looked like she was getting pissed so I backed off a little.

"Okay." I glanced down at my phone and saw I had another text from Jay. He's been texting me a lot since the other day, and I have yet to respond. I'm still mad at him, but I appreciate his efforts.

"Is that your father?" Beyoncé asked, looking down at my phone. I quickly locked it and shrugged.

"Maybe."

"Child, don't maybe me. Remember who you're talking to." Beyoncé raised her brow. I sighed.

"Yes, it's Jay." I replied. "He's been texting me, but I'm not responding."