EXCUSE ANY MISTAKES
Omniscient
November 26
6:56am
The howling cries of two one year old pit bulls rang in Beyoncé's ear. Her eyes shot opened as one licked the tips of her fingers. She got two new pits after the other three dogs got too old to move around. She eyed the room looking for the cause of the morning breeze. She sat up and saw she left the patio door cracked opened and yawned. One of the puppies jumped on her and she quickly pushed him away.
"Down King!" She yelled. Yes, she finally gave her dogs real name. King whimpered as he sat down and tilted his head looking at Beyoncè as Beyoncé's other dog, Queen, nipped at Kings neck.
Beyoncé roller her eyes and got up going to check on her hostage of a wife Onika.
Onikas POV
I was woken up by the whining sounds of Beyoncé's damn dogs. I don't even understand what she doing anymore. It's a total relapse. It's like we're back to square one but this time I know what's happening. I sat on the floor playing with the carpet and heard the door knob twist and turn. Beyoncé appeared and I looked at her.
"Good morning my beautiful wife and mother of my three children." Beyonce smiled ever so brightly. I didn't respond, but instead gave her a look of acknowledgment. She nodded and sat on the floor next to me.
"You know, It didn't have to be this way Onika." She said running her thumb down the side of my cheek. I didn't flinch, move or anything. I sat there as if I was an unanimated object that Beyoncé was talking to. She stared at me as if she was losing patience.
"Nicki."'she said. I ignored her once more and she stood up.
"I talked to your mom. The kids are fine. Zoe learned to tie her shoes yesterday and Angie lost another tooth." She said. Although I was screaming in the inside that my baby learned to tie her shoes I wasn't gonna show it. I was tired of being put in this situation. I hope beyonce eventually realizes that this right here what she is doing is beyond crazy. Holding her wife hostage from not only the world, but as well as her kids.
I continued to play with the carpet and Beyoncé clicked her tongue and nodded as she walked to the door.
"Fuck you to bitch." She mumbled leaving out. I shrugged my shoulders once the door was shut and continued to figure out a way out of my situation.
Beyoncé's POV
I walked out of the room and headed downstairs to make my ungrateful wife something to eat. I know her ass is hungry, I heard her stomach growl while I was speaking to her. I went into the kitchen and quickly put something together and grabbed a water bottle and a napkin. I put everything on a tray and took it upstairs sitting it on the floor.
"Beyoncé you know damn well yo ass can't cook, you must be trying to poison her?" I looked left and right for the voice that seem to have just spoken out of thin air. Although the voice was beyond correct, I continued to work my way into the room.
"Bey I know damn well you not about to feed that to me." Nicki finally spoke. She started looking around me and around the room.
"Oh so now yo ass can speak? The fuck you looking for." I mumbled rolling my eyes sitting the plate down in front of Nicki. She looked at it with a look of disgust.
