Stolen

The Scare

Onika

"No Kelly, I didn't get your message." Beyoncé lied as she continued to cook.

"..."

"Alright yeah I got it but I thought I replied back. How much did he drop off this time?"

"..."

"Coo-, only one hundred seventy five thousand left to go." she mumbled.

"..."

"I'm cooking nigga, Chef BoyarBey."

"..."

"Whatever, let me know when you almost here so I can instruct the new security guard to let you in."

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"I don't know, after I put one in his skull, Terry and Mike came and cleaned him up."

"..."

"Told ole girl where I stayed and let her stupid dumb retarded ass in the gate."

"But you fucked her." I muttered. I didn't think she could hear me but it was evident when she turned around and glared at me. I quickly put my head down and listened to her wrap up her conversation.

"Get off my damn counter. I bought chairs for asses." she said before turning around. I hopped down and walked to the refrigerator.

"If you see me cooking, why are you in the refrigerator? Doesn't make sense to me."

"I'm hungry Bey, I need a snack."

"Hurry up and close the damn refrigerator door. Running my light bill up and shit."

I grabbed some string cheese and closed the door. I threw the wrapper in the trash and took a big bite.

"Where Solange at?" she asked.

"I think she in the pool still."

"Why yo ass in here worrying me and not in the pool?"

"Because I can't swim."

I watched her shake her head and laugh silently.

"Go tell her to get out and shower."

I walked out of the back door and saw Solange sitting on the edge of the pool. I walked up behind her and touched her back.

"GIRL YOU ALMOST MADE ME GO IN LABOR!" she yelled clutching her chest.

"Your sister said come in and take a shower." I said in between laughs.

She grabbed her towel and followed me in the house.

"DON'T BE TRAILING WATER ALL THROUGH MY DAMN HOUSE EITHER!" Beyoncé yelled from the kitchen.

"AT ME BEY. AT ME!" Solange yelled back.

They be doing the most. Solange went upstairs and I went back to the kitchen.

"I'm starting to think you like me, deadass." Beyoncé said with her back to me.

"I don't have anything else to do Bey." I shot back smartly.

"Mhm."

She took some rice packets out of the cabinet and looked over at me.

"Make yourself useful and cook these for me. I need to smoke."

"Okay."

I took the packets from her hands and read the instructions while she left out the kitchen.

By the time I finished, Beyoncé had came back in the house and was watching me from behind, which made me kinda nervous.

"Preciate it." she mumbled and pushed me out the way with her arm. She got the porkchops and baked potatoes out of the oven and put them on top of the stove.