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The Bitter Truth

Onika

A week later...

I moped around the house bored and lonely. I was already sad when I talked to my mom and she told me that her illness has in fact gotten worser. Beyoncé and Solange had left to go shopping after my phone call.

I sat on the couch in an oversized t-shirt and pulled my knees to my chest, laying my head on top. I hate being alone or even feeling alone because bad shit always happens.

I felt the usual tightening in my chest I always felt when I was alone and in my thoughts. Rather than panic, I took a few deep breaths and turned the tv on.

I just wanted my freedom back if nothing else. I wanted my momma to rub my back and tell that everything was gonna be okay, when I knew in fact it wasn't. Soothing words from someone who cares is all I wanted.

Not long after my episode, Beyoncé and Solange walked through the house, with Solange talking and Beyoncé probably ignoring her.

"Can you cook." Beyoncé said because I know she wasn't asking.

I got up and brushed passed the both of them and headed to the kitchen. I was gonna be making something simple for lunch because honestly I didn't wanna be bothered.

I looked in the refrigerator the meat and cheese. I heard Beyoncé and Solange walking upstairs, with Solange still talking. I shook my head and laughed to myself.

I quickly made four sandwich wraps and put two on each plate, with some original Lays, and mixed fruit. I sat both plates on the island and grabbed two cans of orange Crush, sitting them in front of the plates.

I cleaned up after myself and walked upstairs, while they were walking down.

"Lunch is ready." I mumbled quietly before heading to my room.

I got under my comforter and rubbed my thumb on the pillow I was laying on. A few minutes later, I heard footsteps walk into the room, followed by smacking. I didn't even bother to turn around to see who it was.

"What's wrong with you?"

"What do you think is wrong with me Beyoncé?" I sighed.

"I asked you because I'm not gon' assume shit." she replied calmly.

"I wanna leave, I wanna go home. I hate this shit, I didn't even do anything." I wiped the tears before they could fall.

"You didn't do anything but fuck with the nigga that's playing with my money."

"What would you do if somebody kidnapped your momma or your sister Beyoncé? Huh? Wouldn't you feel helpless and trapped?"

"I would do any and everything in my power to get my sister back, something yo 'man' really ain't doing."

"You don't fuckin' know that so shut up!"

I heard her sip some of her drink and burp.

"I do fuckin' know. You must've forgotten that his bitch ass was paying me? He ain't 'bout shit and all you do is fuckin' cry over him. A real nigga woulda got his lady back the night she was taken, no better yet a real MAN wouldn't have put his woman in harms way to begin with. The nigga couldn't careless about me having you."

Not one time did she raise her voice at me.

"You don't know what you're talking about. Meek loves me, he told me so, and we would have been living happily right about now, if you wouldn't have sent your minions to kidnap me. Maybe he is trying to track me down but you're hiding outside the city of New York. Now who's the real bitch Beyoncé? Oh wait, it's you."