Maybe I could have dealt with the med students, but something told me their neurotic habits would do little for my mental health. I wanted to live in that house. I wanted to live with the girls in Hidden Hills.
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September 12th, 2016 - 11:17am - 129 South Miranda Place - Los Angles, California
Bey POV
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I had made up my mind weeks ago not to let Onika's behavior affect me, but now it was impossible.
I sat with Lauren on the couch, letting her sob silently into my chest. When she was all cried out we waited. For some reason her tears scared me. Whatever was going on with Onika was bad enough to not only scare the shit out of Rob, but to reduce Lauren to sobbing.
I knew what they feared, what had made Lauren cry. They were afraid she wouldn't come back.
I didn't like Onika, not one bit, but I didn't want her to go. She made the girls happy and that fact kept me from truly hating her. I was getting a taste for how they must have felt when Daya decided to up and leave.
This had to be about her somehow. Onika relied on Robyn and Lauren for emotional support just as much as I did, even if it was just in the wee hours of the night.
For a call from home to piss Onika off this much and send her running from the house, from L.A., there had to be something about this place that Onika just couldn't deal with. Like Robyn's reaction with Will's, something about us and this house was too painful for her to deal with. Daya was the only link I could make.
LAX was only twenty minutes from the house, but Robyn was gone for three hours. I knew when she came back that she had stopped somewhere to cry in solitude.
I could tell she knew something, but she wouldn't tell us. Or maybe she wouldn't tell me. Onika and I lived such separate lives, that I could see Robyn respecting her privacy when it came to me. I was curious, but I understood.
Onika was gone for six days. One would think the first day would be the worst, filled with worrying, but as the days dragged on, things got worse.
Robyn and Lauren barely talked, moving silently around the house. I did my best to be supportive, doling out soothing hugs and gentle strokes whenever they would let me.
We stopped making love. Even our kissing was reduced to unenthusiastic pecks as we headed off to work or up to bed. And as for bed, I started sleeping in my own room when it became clear that Robyn really needed some space.
I was worried, for all three of them. The girls reacted just as I would have if I had lost one of them. I hated seeing the pain on Lauren's face every day that ended without a phone call. It killed me watching Robyn as she just stared at her cell, waiting for it to ring.
