Heaven

Chapter 5

Heaven pov

Its been about a week since I talked to Bey about court. I still haven't told her about my childhood yet. I'm planning on doing that soon, I just don't know when. Our relationship has been progressing. We talk more and I actually enjoy having conversations with her. Most people would think a conversation with Beyoncé would be weird because they think she talks funny, but its the complete opposite. There has been times when I wished she would stop talking though.

Today we are having a mother daughter lunch date. I will be helping her cook, so this should be fun. I've been waiting on this day to come since yesterday. She doesn't have to work so we wont be interrupted by any distractions. Jay and Blue are going to be gone for the day so its just us.

I got up and got ready for the day. When I was done I went to the kitchen and I heard Bey on the phone.

"No Solange... Ill see you when you come here. I'm not coming...Because I hate Houston... Bye Solange."

I walked all the way in and sat down across from her at the island.

"Hey." she said

"Hey. Who was that?"

"Your Aunt Solange. She wants the both of us to come to Houston but I'm not going. I hate Houston."

"I heard but why?"

"Your father lives there."

"What?!"

"You didn't think Jay was your dad, did you?"

"Yes."

"I've been meaning to tell you that but I've been busy. Your fathers name is Lyndell. He lives in Houston and I cant stand him."

"Why?"

"I don't want to talk about that right now. Just know I don't want you around him."

"Ok." I said. I didn't want her to get even more upset so I ended the conversation right there.

"So what are we making for lunch?" she asked

"Something really simple. Chicken Alfredo." I said. This is something I know she cant mess up.

She agreed and we started cooking. She isn't as bad as I thought. Her timing for everything is wrong. She tried to put the sauce in before we drained the water off the pasta and she burned the bread.

After everything was finished we sat down at the island and started eating.

"Do you like it?" I asked

"Yeah. We make a pretty good team."

It was quiet for a moment. This was the perfect time for me to talk to her about the past.

"So... can I tell you something?" I asked

"Go ahead?"

"It all started when I was 4 or 5 years old. Cassandra would come home acting weird. She would come home super late and sometimes she would leave me home alone for a few days. She would give me pills that made me sleepy or act crazy. She stuck me with needles and made me drink alcohol. I was just a kid and didn't know it was wrong until I got older. When I refused to let her give e the shots or pills I got in serious trouble."

"She abused you?"

"Yes, but not to the point where you could see anything. She would let people come to the house and they would get drunk and high with her. I was always there watching and sometimes they made me take the pills first to see how it effected me then they did it. Sometimes she forgot to feed me and take me to school. I had to be homeschooled for a year because we got into a car accident when I was 9. She was drunk and tried to drive home. I ended up with a broken foot."