Beyoncé Imagines {GxG}

Fucked up

Y/N POV
"Y/N, you've been fucked up since it happened. It's been three weeks, just go out and you'll feel better." Ashley pulled on my arm, trying to get me out of bed.
"Pl-please! D-don't make me g-get up!" I sobbed harder. I heard the front door close and two pairs of feet run up the stairs.
"Dude, just get up." She whispered, still pulling on my arm.

"Yo! Ash, let her go." Nicki demanded. Ashley let my arm drop dramatically as I quieted my own sobs.
"Get outta 'ere, chile." I heard the familiar Trini accent from behind Nicki. Ashley stomped out my room and out the front door.
"Aww, baby." Nicki pouted when she saw my puffy, red face.
"How ya been holdin' up baybeh?" Mama asked. I looked into her gentle, brown eyes before breaking down all over again. My weak body shook as I sobbed hard.

"I- I love her. So much, N-Nika. I can't, c-can't bre-breathe without h-her!" I cried. I cried so hard my stomach hurt from oxygen loss and my throat burned from holding back the screams.
"My poor baby." She whispered in my hair. Mama hovered over me, looking more concerned with the uncontrollable shaking I was experiencing.
"Baybeh gal, when 'da las' time ya ate?" She asked. I stuffed my head into Nicki's chest, not wanting Mama to see me lie about food.

"Uhh, a few hours ago. Ion really know." I mumbled into Nicki's smooth chest.
"Don't 'cha lie ta meh, chile. I leave ya ta y'all selfs while I make ya some dam food." She scowled me before walking downstairs to the kitchen.
"Baby, what happened?" Nika asked after listening to her mom's fading footsteps nearly stop.
"S-she was, t-they were... I want Bey." I whispered, staring at a dark wall in the room.

"You want who? What happened with you and Bey, baby?" She asked, brushing hair from my face. I jumped as her hands touched my face, making her sigh.
"Who do you want?" She asked again.
"B-Bey. I want Beyoncé." I cried.
"After what she's done? You still want her here?" She asked, confused. She doesn't get it. Bey is my everything, I can't calm down without her. I need her, I want her here.

But she fucking cheated. With no warning I screamed, I just couldn't take it anymore. Nika jumped back, startled at the timing.
"I want Bey! P-Please. Ple-Please, Nika." I cried so hard my head started spinning.
".... Fine." She huffed. She grabbed her phone from her purse, dialing Bey's number.

Phone call
"Hello?" She asked before sniffling.
"Um... Y/N wants you. Like, to come over here." Nika told her, sounding like she didn't agree with me wanting Bey to come over.
"Oh..." She sniffed, sounding like she was trying to get herself together.
"Tell her I'm five minutes away, I'm coming right now."
End of phone call

"Are you sure, Y/N?" Nika asked me again.
"N-no but I want her." I cried. I held on tighter to the pillow that was 'wearing' her sweater, making it smell just like her.
"Well, she's coming but I'm not sure you should go back to her." I shook my head.
"I'm not ta-taking her back. I do-don't believe I-I will but I ne-need her." I sobbed. She nodded her head but I know she wasn't happy with Bey. She loved us together but I guess when someone cheats on your sister, half or not, you grow a hate for that person.

"Well, Imma go tell Mama." She sighed before leaving me with my tears. Soon though, I heard commotion from downstairs.
"WHY YA 'ERE CHILE!? WE TOOK YA IN, HELPED YA THROUGH EVERYTHING!! AND YA GO 'ND CHEAT ON MEH BAYBEH GAL!!?" I heard Mama yell. I ran down the stairs to see Nicki in between my mom and Beyoncé. My mom looked red hot with anger while Bey looked drained, tired and scared.

"Mama, s-stop." I sobbed, staring at Bey.
"I wa-wanted her to come here." Bey ran to me, picking me up and letting me sob into her shoulder. I had enough tears to cry Justin Timberlake the Mississippi river, all because of this girl who's currently holding me. She walked up to my room, sitting on the bed after closing the door.
"Ba-baby! Y-you, I can't be-believe you." I sobbed.

"I'm an idiot. But what you need is to be held and kissed." She said before kissing my forehead. I listened to the steady beat of her heart as she massaged my scalp.
"Bey, you-you got me fu-fucked up in mo-more ways th-than one." I sobbed into her neck.

It was almost like I heard our hearts fall and shatter simultaneously....