The Bond

Chapter 8

Beyoncé POV

I limped down the street. I hoped I could get home quick. Maine pushed me down the steps of his apartment complex earlier today. He got laid off of work and can't pay his bills. He punched me around for a few hours and when I went to leave he pushed me. He dragged me back up the stairs but when he fell asleep I left. I didn't have the car so I have to walk home.

I passed through a park noticing a bench that I could sit and take a break on.  My ankle was really red along with the knot on my head and my purple shoulder. My ribs hurt and it was hard to breathe.  I prayed I could make it home and cover this stuff up. My eyes started getting heavy so my left was now completely shut due to my blackened eye.

"Excuse me. Aye ma you okay? You need some help?" I heard fainting while feeling a light tap on my thigh.

"Please don't hurt me. I don't wanna go back." I winced in pain. It was probably one of Jermaines friends coming to take me back to him.

"I'm not gonna hurt you." I felt the unknown person pick me up bridal style and immediately started crying from the pain I felt. But I had no strength to make the person stop. I still couldn't see but I knew I was in a car for what seemed like forever. The car came to a complete stop. I knew this because the person got out the car and came to grab me. This time my body wouldn't allow me to stay conscious.

Toni POV

*Bzzz* *Bzzz*

I rolled over in my bed hoping the ringing would stop. It was a normal ringtone so I figured it was my work phone and the would call in the morning.

*Bzzz* *Bzzz*

"Oh my gosh" I groaned throwing a mini fit in my bed then grabbing what I realized was my personal phone ringing.

"Hello?"

"Hi. Is this Ms.Braxton?"

"This is she."

"I am Nurse Cathy at Great Hope Hospital." I sat up thinking the worse. "I'm call on behalf of your daughter. Beyoncé Braxton she was admitted here a few hours ago. And we need you to come down here." Everything in me wanted to shut down but I wasn't important right now.

"W-what happened? Is she okay?" Immediately started to grill her with questions while grabbing some tennis shoes to quickly slip on.

"Ma'am by law I am not allowed to give any information about the patient on the phone. If you would come down to the hospital we can discuss it here." I was already out the house on my way to the hospital.

"Alright fine I'm on my way." I was trying to keep calm so no other problems would spark.

Arriving in 25 minuets which would've been a 40 minuet ride. I hoped out the car running to the front desk.

"I'm here to see my daughter, Beyoncé Braxton." The receptionist began typing away.

"She's on the tenth floor room number 484." The lady smiled at me then looked back down counting what she was working on. Getting to her room felt like it took forever.

In the room the only sound heard came from the monitors. Bey was plugged up to everything possible. There where cuts all over her face and body. A bandage was wrapped on her wrist. They had her tucked in under a white blanket while she slept peacefully. I walked up to her bed grabbing her hand causing her eyes to open. A doctor walked in right after.

"I assume you're family?" The man asked as a nurse came behind her checking her vitals.

"I'm here mother. What happened? Is she okay?" He sighed.

"You're daughter has suffered from internal bleeding of the abdomen. She has a fractured wrist, twisted ankle, and broken finger and nose. Her rib cage is very much so bruised. There are also numerous amounts of cuts, bruises, and knots all over her body." I was shocked and angry. Where in the hell could she have been for this to happen?

"Is she going to be okay?"

"Yes. But we want to monitor her overnight. Make sure the injuries don't worsen." I gave him a small smile and thanked him before he left. Then I turned to Bey who was quietly staring at the wall.

"What happened baby girl?" I rubbed my fingers through her hair. She looked down.

"I was jumped. I was to busy fighting back to see who it was but they were girls. I messed up and had my guard down. I'm sorry ma." I sighed and held her.

"Babe there's nothing to be sorry about. If anything those girls should be sorry they don't know what you're capable of."

"You're right ma. I-" the door opened and in walked two policemen.

"Hello we would like to ask you a few questions about what happened and so will a representative of CPS." Beyoncé looked confused as to why CPS was here but gladly answered every question that they asked of her. I'm just happy she's okay.

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