August 6, 2017
New York City
Onika Maraj-Knowles
The sound of my alarm clock on my phone startled me awake.
I moved my hair out of my face, and I rubbed my eyes slowly sitting up.
My hands swiftly held my head, due to the pounding sensation that my headache was giving, since I decided to sit up.
I held still for a second to get my bearings, and then I slowly swung my legs over the side of the bed.
The towel I drifted to sleep in, fell, exposing my bare chest to the air.
I took it completely off, and I got up to find something to put on.
My phone was en route to my dresser, so I bent down to get it, and turn off my alarm. When I looked at my phone, it was almost 1:00 in the afternoon.
Damn I slept late. I thought to myself.
I put my phone on the charger since it was halfway dead, and I finished my journey to my dresser.
I pulled out a thong and bra and I put them on. I then went to my closet and put on something to wear for the day.
After I was done, I went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth.
When I walked into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes were red and puffy and my hair was all over the place.
Memories of last night came flooding back into my head as I reached for my toothbrush, seeing that hers was no where in sight.
I close my eyes for a moment and I took a deep breath in, and I gradually let it escape out of the space between my lips.
I finished up in the bathroom and I walked back over to my bedside dresser. The paper that had my world crashing down last night was crumpled on the pillow that I was sleeping next to.
I walked over to the bed and I grabbed the letter, and uncrumpled it.
I read the words written on the paper again, and I laid it on the dresser.
There is no way in hell that my wife, my best friend since college, just decided to up and leave me like this. I refuse to believe that.
I don't know how I'm going to find her, but I'm damn sure going to try.
I grabbed my phone, and I called Candi.
"Hey mama what's good?" She answered.
"Hey Candi, do me a favor and close the shop early today. I need you to meet me at the police station." I said putting my shoes on.
"The police station?! What's going on?" She asked.
" I'll explain when I see you, but Bey is missing and I need their help to find her." I said.
"What do you mean she's missing?" She asked. I hear her locking up the store.
I rolled my eyes. "I just said I'll explain when I see you. Just meet me at the station please!" I said grabbing my purse, and heading out the door.
"Aight fine, I'll see you there." She said.
"Thank you! Bye." I said.
"Bye."
I hung up the phone, unlocked my car door, and I got in. I started it up and I headed to the police station.
Beyoncé Knowles
My head is resting on the glass of the greyhound bus I'm currently on, taking me away from my wife, and from my life in New York.
As the world outside passes by, I can't help but to think about Onika. It crushed me to leave her all alone like that, but I didn't think I had a choice.
But the more I sit here and think about it, the more I regret that decision. Not only does she not know what's going on, but the people or person, at this point I don't even know, that's after me, now have leverage. All they have to do is get ahold of her, because she's alone, and that's it.
I twirl the new phone that I bought around in my hands, wondering if it's the best idea to call her and explain myself.
I mean she deserves that at the very least.
I lift my head from off the window, and I unlock my phone and I go to the keyboard to type in her number.
My finger hovers over the green call button not moving.
I don't know why I'm so hesitant to talk to her, but something in me is saying not yet.
I let out a frustrated sigh, and I lock my phone again.
I still have another 13 hours left of this trip, and the only thing I can do is think. In times like this, I wish that my best friend was still alive. He would know what to do.
We met freshman year in high school..
Flashback
The school bell rang, signaling all the students of Clements High to head to their first period class.
Here I am, notebook and schedule in hand, completely lost. The students in the hallway started to empty, leaving only a few lost people, like myself, to find their way to class.
As I'm walking, I'm looking up at the room numbers, not paying any type of attention to what's in front of me, when I suddenly hit what felt like a wall.
My notebook goes crashing to the floor, and my schedule somehow finds its way out of my hand, and on someone's shoe.
At that point all I could do was stare at my notebook on the floor and my schedule on someone's shoe.
The person that the shoe belongs to, leaned down to grab my schedule.
They grabbed it and my notebook and stood up to hand it to me.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry I-...." the words that I had left to say got caught in my throat when I caught eyes with him.
They were so green and piercing. It's like he could see right through me....
My thoughts were interrupted when the bus came to a halt.
We are stopped at a bus station in Kentucky I believe.
I grab my purse and my duffle bags and get off the bus. The one I just walked off of doesn't go any further than this, so I need to buy another bus ticket.
I go up to the ticket counter to purchase another one.
"Where to?" The lady behind the glass asks.
"New Orleans and Houston" I say.
"Your name and I.D. please." She said. I grab my ID and I hand it to her.
"Beyoncé Knowles" I say.
"Alright, thank you. That will be $134.50" she says, giving my ID back.
I grab $140 out of my wallet, and I give it to her. She hands me back my change and my tickets.
"Thanks" I say with a smile, and I walk over to the bench.
I sit down with my bags and I look at the ticket to the destination I'm actually going to.
You can never be to careful when someone's after you.
The bus I need to get on doesn't come for another hour or so, so I guess I'll just sit here and wait.
Like I have a choice.
I lightly chuckle, and I just sit here and people watch, waiting for my escape to come...
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Hey guys. Soooooo Onika clearly doesn't want to follow Bey's instructions not to look for her. How do you think that will go? Also, Beyoncé's dead friend has some unique qualities...😏.
Vote and comment please! Until next time....
-PJ 🦋
