One Week Later
New Orleans
Beyoncé Knowles
As I look around, I see nothing but black.
It's like this thick blanket of darkness is surrounding me, and I feel like I'm suffocating.
I push my arms out in front of me, reaching, hoping to feel something or someone. But I feel nothing.
I immediately start to feel the beginning of a panic attack.
I stop moving for a second and I close my eyes, concentrating on slowing my breathing.
I let out a deep breath, and I open my eyes again because my breathing is back to normal, when suddenly I feel a hand over my mouth and an arm wrap roughly around my waist.
I try to scream, but the sound gets lost behind the hand thats locked over my mouth.
I'm pulled down to the ground, and whoever has me forcefully lays their heavy body on top of me.
I struggle to get them off, but they are too strong for me to handle.
I feel their hot breath fan across my face, as they lean closer to me.
I hear them breathe as their mouth grazes the outer shell of my ear.
"You thought you could get away from me bitch?!" The voice whispers through gritted teeth.
I instantly freeze, recognizing the voice of the man that violated me a week ago.
Tears instantly pool in my eyes, and I just lay there, my body not allowing me to fight back, due to it being frozen in fear.
The sound of his belt buckle loosening, and the short sound his zipper makes, fills my ears and I feel like I'm going to vomit.
I feel him press his tip against me and before he trespasses for the second time, the voice I will never forget rings around me...
"Round two baby girl..."
....
My eyes shoot open, and I just lay there staring at the ceiling, willing the tears that I know are coming away.
I've had this same reoccurring dream every night since I was attacked.
It's gotten so bad that I haven't been sleeping because I don't want to keep reliving this.
I sluggishly sit up, and I realize then, that my head is pounding. The lack of sleep is taking a toll on my body, but I don't know what else to do.
I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I almost jump out of my skin.
"Bey?" I hear Onika say, retracting her hand when she saw my reaction.
I sigh and turn my head, letting her know that she has my attention.
"Did you have that dream again?" she asks me.
I don't know why, but this sudden burst of anger surges through me, and I snap at her.
"What the fuck do you think Onika? I've had this same fucking nightmare since the day I got attacked. Don't ask me no dumb shit like that again." I say, venom unintentionally lacing my words.
There was silence for a few seconds before she broke it.
"I was just trying to help you." she whispers. "I know you're having a hard time with all of this, but I'm trying to be there for you, but you keep pushing me away." she says, her voice slightly cracking.
I scoff and get completely off the bed, and I turn my body so that I'm looking dead at her.
"You know, thats funny coming from you." I reply. "Your trying to play 'Onika the supportive wife' now, but just a week ago, you had no problem telling me that I ain't shit and I'm not good enough. You don't want to help me because you genuinely want to, you just want to 'help' so you can stop beating yourself up for saying the fucked up shit that came out your mouth that day." I say pacing the bedroom.
"I should've left your ass at home." I say, coming to a stop to look at her.
My anger quickly dissipates and I feel a small pain in my chest, when I see the hurt that came from my words spread across her face.
Silent tears roll down her face, and her head hangs down as she plays with her fingers.
I sigh and run my fingers through my hair, as I walk over to her side of the bed.
I sit down next to her, and my heart almost breaks when she flinches away from me.
I hesitantly take my right hand, and I reach for her hand, and surprisingly she lets me grab it.
I take my left hand and I put it under her chin, gently lifting her head so that she's looking at me.
"I am so so sorry baby." I say, wiping the tears off her cheek with my thumb. "I know I just said some really fucked up things, but I didn't mean any of it. I love you from the bottom of my heart, and you didn't deserve what I just did. I am really going through it right now, I-I can't sleep, I'm completely broken right now, and I still have to figure out a way to kill David's bitch ass, and I took all that built up anger out on you when I shouldn't have." I say sighing.
Nicki just gave me a blank look, not saying anything to me.
"Please say something Nic." I plead, searching her face for any ounce of emotion, but I couldn't find any.
She broke eye contact with me for a few seconds, thinking I'm assuming, before she looks at me again.
"First thing I'm going to say is that your bipolar as fuck." she says. "secondly, I know your going through a rough patch right now because you just experienced something very traumatizing, but I'm going to let you know something right now....If you EVER talk to me like that again, I will fuck you up." she says, looking at me dead in the eyes. "I love you, but I will not allow you to talk to me like I'm some random bitch that pissed you off. I am your wife, and I have done nothing but love AND support you. Put some mothafucking respect on my name." she says.
I nod my head, and I bring her hand to my lips, placing a gentle kiss on the back of it.
"I understand Nic. I was completely out of line, and again I'm sorry. I love you." I say softly.
She slides her hand out if my grasp, and she places both of her hands on the sides of my face.
I wrap my hands around her wrists, my thumbs resting on the back of her hands, and I close my eyes when I feel her soft lips touch mine.
I relax into her touch, and I relish in the way it feels to be intimate with her. The last time we kissed was when I went to get her.
I held her there for a little longer, our lips molding together, before our moment was interrupted by my phone ringing.
She breaks the kiss, and moves her hands off of my face. She reaches over to the other side of the bed, and she grabs my phone, answering it.
"Hey Candi, is everything alright?" she says.
I scrunch my face up in confusion when her body tenses and the color seems to drain from her face.
"Whats wrong?" I ask her.
She takes the phone from her ear, and she puts the phone on speaker.
"Hello Beyoncé ..."
The voice coming through the speakers makes my blood boil, and my anger courses through my body once again.
"David..."
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Ok guys...don't kill me! I know I haven't updated in forever and I'm really sorry, please forgive me. To make it up to you guys, the next chapter will be up sometime tomorrow. I have reserve duty so it's going to be later in the day, but I promise I will update. But any who, what do you guys think about this chapter? What does David want? And why is he calling from Candi's phone? Vote and comment! Until next time.....
-PJ 🦋
