Beyonce's POV
"So if you could ask yourself what would be the first step in changing to make your wife happy, what would your answer be?" My therapist said. I stared at her boredly slouched in my seat as she questioned me with bullshit. I've been taking these sessions for three weeks now and we've gotten no where.
"Why the hell does that matter? I didn't come here to ask myself questions, that's your fucking job, you're supposed to fix me! What the fuck are you talking about? Ask myself a question, that's a waste of my money cause I coulda did that shit on my own, fucking agitating ass therapist." I spat as her old wrinkly ass eyes widened.
"You are a very angry person, you must keep everything bottled up huh?" She asked.
"I'm only angry cause you're pissing me the fuck off with your dumbass. The only thing I kept bottled up were my insults." I said rolling my eyes.
"You should continue to do that by the way." She said. She shifted in her seat and looked at her watch before jotting down a few things in her notebook.
"Our time here is up. I hope next time we can get off on the right foot?" She asked. I scuffed.
"I ain't coming back. You ain't help me accomplish shit today. I'm more angrier than when I first arrived." I grabbed my phone and keys walking out of her office. I unlocked my phone looking for Onika's contact and pressed the call button. It dialed once I got on the elevator and her voice came to life seconds later.
"Hello?" She questioned.
"Wassup? I'm just now leaving my therapist office. I said holding my phone between my ear and shoulders as I walked out to my car and unlock the door.
"How'd it go?" She asked. I huffed and she sighed knowing the answer.
"Let me guess, you lost it didn't you?" She asked. I got into the car and put my phone on speaker.
"Yea, and I kinda told her that was our last session because-
"BEYONCE!" Nicki yelled angrily. I started the car up and pull out of the parking lot.
"That's my name." I smirk looking left then right before driving into ongoing traffic. Nicki huffed and I could tell it really bothered her.
"So how do you plan on getting help?" She asked. I shrugged as if she could see me.
"I dunno but I'm not going back there." I say stopping at a red light. Nicki lets out a sigh. She's been doing that a lot lately.
"Are you stressed?" I asked.
"No." She answers. I shake my head with a small chuckle.
"We lying now?" I asked. Making a u-turn on my way to her house now.
"No, it's just that I really want you to help yourself so we can be us again." Nicki said.
"How can we be us again if you didn't like 'us' to begin with? You want me as a changed person. If we get back together there's not a chance of us being us again, it'll be different." I said. Nicki took a moment to respond.
"I'm just, I just want you to be better for yourself and for our family." She says lowly. I could tell my situation was really raising the tension in her stress levels.
"Stop tripping on me. How's my baby?" I asked. Stopping at a red light, observing what's around me.
"I'm pretty sure the baby's ok." Nicki says. The light turns green and I continue to drive.
