Sleeping With the Preachers Daughter

The Downfall

September 22, 2016
Thursday night.

Beyoncé blinked three times, her mouth ajar slightly. Not exactly had she completely comprehended the information just told to her.

Kelly is pregnant. This being the root reason of the way she had recently acquitted herself. It made sense now of course, Her shifty mood, more often close to tears than not. The sickness that hindered her from going to school. Tiredness that slowed her down, even with a full night of sleep she couldn't seem to shake the fatigue.

Beyoncé had been so antsy and anxious to know what was wrong with Kelly, and now that she knew, she was without words.

The gears within her mind grind and turned trying to understand a full story on her own, one yet to be told to her. Why in the world did this happen?

The longer she sat in silence though, the more that unsettling feeling of shame and guilt grew inside of Kelly's stomach.

Her eyes watered only wondering what bey thought of her. How could she let such a thing happen. And just as a tear slipped down her cheek she convinced herself Beyoncé wouldn't want a thing to do with her beyond this point. She was destined for success in life. And now Kelly had just become a detrimental weight, one that would hinder such potential. Beyoncé was too smart to allow herself to be held back in this way.

Except that wasn't at all what Beyoncé was actually thinking.

"It's ok Kelly. I was gonna tell you not to cry, but I think that's a little insensitive and dumb. But I promise you I'm here for you. I know this has gotta be allot on you right now and you don't need to be stressed out." She pulled her friend into a hug.

She almost opened her mouth again, but only a rambling mess would spill out in place of words that held meaning. She didn't know the right thing to say, but saying the wrong thing would be even worse. Holding and comforting Kelly while she sniffled against her shoulder was better, and easier. So she continued to sit silently knowing the right words would come at the right time.

It wasn't odd that Beyoncé felt like a child again in a familiar situation. It'd be a blazing day under the Houston sun, all the kids on the block running around rushing to play before the street lights came on. Hands dirtied with chalk and clothes rendered funky with the sticky odor of outside.

Shouting and chatter conducted itself in some sort of accord until a game was decided upon to play, but Kelly never typically joined in on something that wasn't exclusively her, Bey and Michelle. If she did, it would always end the same.

The biggest kid on the block, Junior, loved to ruin any bit of fun Kelly had. He'd pick on her chocolate skin, her wild hair, her nimble, long limbs, and how bad everything was that she did. Nothing she did was ever correct, and often she'd find herself running to cry on Beyoncé's shoulder in private.

Beyoncé was never too sure what to say, because he wasn't exactly wrong. Her skin was dark, but it was beautifully smooth. Her hair was untamed, but it was thick, healthy, and gorgeous. She did have skinny arms and legs, but they fit her lean body perfectly, she'd look odd otherwise. Beyoncé wasn't sure why she'd be so upset about the things that made Kelly, Kelly. But she also knew better than to say she was foolish to be upset with her appearance, even if she was nearly flawless for a child. So instead of voicing her confusion she'd just comfort her friend until she felt better enough to go back home and they'd get ice cream.

Beyoncé felt that same confusion now, except it was much more complicated than just black and white. She didn't know how Kelly felt, or even how she felt herself. She wasn't sure how she would feel once the full story was given to her. But regardless of her own feelings, she just wanted her friend to be ok.