Realize: Book 2

9

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to any (song) names/persons mentioned in this story. This is a fictitious representation of events. Uses are for entertainment purposes only.

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March 9th, 2015 - 6:59am - Knowles-Maraj Residence - Baldwin, NY

"I Am Nicki Yamaguchi"

Nic POV

In the weeks that followed my little 'rendezvous' with Cassie I came to realize just how important time management was. I also realized how poor I was at it. I was late to the point that the idea of me being on time became a long running joke between my team and my fans.

The change of heart literally happened overnight due to me not sleeping. It scared me at first cause one thing I never had trouble with was sleeping. I could sleep standing the fuck up. Dead ass.

Melissa suggested to me that I see a shrink after I showed up to rehearsal with Chanel bags under my eyes for the 2nd week in a row but; I didn't need a shrink to tell me that my sleeplessness was from withdrawals.. and maybe guilt over what I almost did to Bey.

Since I couldn't sleep I didn't have a problem getting up on time or even earlier to get things ready for tour. I was able to get my work done and have the opportunity to spend more time with Bey. Maybe pop in on Cass every so often? Between my work ethic and juggling two women I hadn't so much thought of the pills.

Say what you want but it was imperative to me to keep both women happy. Especially with the stress of my headlining tour AND memorizing my lines for an upcoming movie role. I knew the storm would roll in eventually but I didn't have time for things to fall apart at this point in my life. I had too much at stake.

Flashback

 I drove past my house three different times before gathering the courage to go inside. The only thing worse than a probing Bey was an angry Bey. A Bey that had been left to stew. By the time my key hit the lock it was well after 1am and I was certain she was waiting to peel my shit back.

I wasn't surprised to find her perched on the bottom step of my marble staircase. Dressed in a big shirt and some footies, there was no telling how long she'd been there. I kicked the door shut and approached the stairs with caution. She was nursing a cup of tea and I had no idea if she was fixing to throw it at me or not. 

"I called.." she sniffed and took a slow breath. "Every hospital, and mutual friend within a 50 mile radius. Nobody has seen or heard from you." 

I swallowed hard. "Wh..I--"

 "Oh you're about 4 hours past an explanation." Bey interrupted me. "The fact you're standing in front of me and not toe tagged in a morgue is enough for.. tonight. You can give me your sorry ass excuse in the morning."

Without another word Bey stood to her feet and headed up the steps. It was one of the few occasions she'd left me speechless. My pride was hurt but not anymore than it would've been had I spilled my guts. Her frustration came from a place of hurt and concern which only further proved how big of an idiot I was. 

I sighed deeply and started up the stairs after her before being stopped in my tracks.

"From the couch."

"The couch?" I snarled. "This my damn house."

"Your house? Oh you sholl right." Bey chuckled. "Watch this."

"Bey!"

"The couch, Onika." 

"Damn man." I huffed, mentally kicking myself.