Really?!

Chapter 63

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A Few Weeks Later

Chanel's POV

I'm getting tired of sitting her with this tutor and traveling. I swear I'm so over it, I'm just done with everything. Everything is annoying to me my parents nagging me, Damien talking, just everything. I've already went off on this tutor and I'm just done and don't care right now. I look to the left of me as Damien keep looking at me.

"What!" I said.

"Chill out." He said.

I waved him off.

"Chanel, are you paying attention." The tutor asked me.

I looked up at her.

"To be honest no." I said standing. 

I went back into the room and laid down with my book. That lady can go ahead with all that. I don't feel like learning today.

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I was still reading when somebody came in the room. I looked up over my book and it was my mom. What's she doing her? Don't she have a show to get ready for? She walked over to me and took the book out my hands. I watched it fly across the room. I looked at her.

"You wanna explain to me why your tutor called and told me that you not paying attention, spazzing and walking out." She said.

"I mean, she didn't lie." I said.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" She said.

"I'm irritated." I said.

"What the hell you got to be irritated for? You don't do shit." She said.

I rolled my eyes and sucked my teeth.

"Don't roll your eyes and suck your teeth, don't play with me right now." She said frustrated.

"What else you want me to say?" I asked. "I didn't want to sit there and learn today so I didn't."

"You know what? You're fifteen, you don't have a choice." She said. "I don't care about you not wanting to learn. You gonna sit your little ass there and pay the fuck attention. And your apologizing." 

"I didn't do anything to apologize for." I said.

"You not gonna disrespect anyone, I didn't raise you that way." She said.

"Exactly, you didn't." I said.

"What you say?" She said.

I stood up.

"I'm not apologizing for telling that lady how I feel." I said.

"Yes you are." She said.

"No I am not." I said.

"I'm not going back and forth with you and you will do what I say." She said.

"I'm not doing it so...yeah." I said.

"Chanel Nicole Carter-

"Beyoncé Giselle Knowles-Carter, What?" I said.

She looked at me like she wanted to kill me. I'm done talking and it best that I move myself out of this equation.

"Have you lost your mind!?" She yelled grabbing me.

She tried to grab me and I pushed her off me. She smacked the shit out me and I smacked her back. Okay, I didn't mean to smack her back it was a reflex. 

(AN: This is when Chanel knew she done fucked up)

Beyoncé's POV

Oh hell no! She wanna be grown, okay. We gonna be grown.

"Ma, that was a reflex." She said.

"I was Beyoncé a minuet ago, what happened?" I asked as I stepped out my shoes.

"Ma-"

"No you wanna be grown." I said walking towards her.

I slid my belt off. She wanna treat me like I didn't give birth to her? That's fine, right now I'll act like I didn't.

"Ma-"

"Shut up!" I said as I pushed her up against the wall. "You lost your mind?! You think you gonna hit me?!"

I wrapped that belt around my hand.

WHIP! 

"Have you lost." I said.

WHIP!

"Your mind!" I said.

WHIP!

"The fuck wrong with you!" I said.

WHIP!

"If you ever!" I said.

WHIP!

"Think!" I said.

WHIP!

"To hit!" I said.

WHIP

"ME!" I yelled.

WHIP!

"YOU BETTER THINK AGAIN!" I said.

WHIP! 

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I didn't even care if her hand was in the way, I'm hitting anything that had skin. She was only wearing a t-shirt and basketball shorts too. I don't care. Back, legs, arms, torso, wrist, ankle. I didn't hit her in the face with the belt but I bet she can still feel that smack and not that whack ass mush/smack she gave me.

WHIP!

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"Stop fucking moving and take it!" I said.

She kept moving around on the ground.

                         WHIP!

WHIP

"Shut up all that damn crying." I said. "Now, like I said you gonna apologize to the tutor like I said." 

She kept crying and whimpering and moaning. I don't care.

"Keep crying and I'm gonna give your ass something to cry about." I said.

Shawn came in the room looking confused and I could give seven shits right now.

"What you doing?" He asked confused.

"Whopping her little ass." I said. "She wanna try and hit me? Not while I'm alive and breathing."

"What?" He said confused.

"No child of mine will disrespect me and still be standing afterwards." I said.

I looked over at Chanel on the floor.

"And you better lay there until you remember who the fuck I am." I said. "You better be lucky I didn't punch you in your fucking throat."

I walked out that room grabbing my shoes and putting my belt back on.

"Think she gonna talk to me like that, she lost all the sense god gave her." I mumbled walking towards the living room. "Bey, calm down your child just forgot what skin tone she was, that's all.

"Bey." I heard Shawn say.

I looked at him. He came over and hugged me trying to calm me down. I'm so pissed off right now, I don't want no damn hug. I'm about to have a hell of a show.

Damien's POV

I was sitting on the couch and I heard almost everything. Dad came in and looked at me as I sat on the couch when he heard all the yelling and went in there. I was here when the tutor left and she told Ma about what happened. I was just watching the TV until it got loud back there. Dad went in then a few minutes later Ma came out mumbling and whatever. Dad came out and I pointed towards the mini kitchen where Ma was. I got off the couch and went into the room. I went in and saw Chanel on the floor still whimpering. I went over to her and got on my knees. I touched her and she flinched.

"Yo, it's me." I said.

She looked up and damn, she had a small bruise on her face and it was tear stained and her eyes were red.

"Come here." I said holding her and we sat against the wall.

"What did you do?" I asked.

"I hit her." She said. "It was an accident but I did push her off me."

"Chanel, why did you do that?" I asked.

Every kid knows you don't, you DO NOT touch your parent in anyway. That's probably why her face look like that and her arms and legs got welt marks, damn. Remind me to be a damn angel cause don't nobody got time for Ma to be whooping me like a runaway slave.

"I don't know." She said.

I shook my head.

"You know." I said. "You need to go to therapy for this anger for real this time."

"I know." She said wiping her face. "I was just really irritated today."

"DAMIEN!" I heard.

"Yes!" I yelled.

"If you in there talking to her I'm gonna whoop your ass too!" She said.

I sighed.

"Look I'm gonna talk to mommy for you." I said. "I don't think she gonna talk to you for awhile though."

"I don't blame her." She said sniffing.

I got up off the wall and went into the little kitchen where Ma and Dad were. They looked at me.

"She said she's sorry." I said.

"Oh, I know she is." My mom said.

"She needs help." I said. "Like therapy."

"We know." My dad said.

"No, she has serious anger problems." I said.

"We can tell." Ma said.

"Just send her to anger management." I said.

"We will." Ma said. "She's going back to the states tomorrow."

"What? Ma, please don't do this." I said. "We only have a month left."

"Damien-"

"Mommy, please don't send her. I will make sure she's fine please I'm begging you. Please don't send her back, please don't separate us."

"Damien, it's only a month." She said.

"Ma, please just think about it. Please don't do it. I'll make sure everything is right just don't send her back to the states." I said begging.

She looked at dad and he looked at her.

"I'll think about it." She said.

"Thank you, you won't regret this." I said hugging her.

I went back towards the room. I don't know what Chanel's gonna say but she needs a hell of an apology. We also needs some ice, how do you make welt marks go away?

*After The Concert*

Me and Chanel were in the living room of the hotel waiting for Ma and Dad. I was flipping through channels when I heard the door open. Ma and Dad walked in with Ma holding Blue. My mom went in the back with Blue and my Dad sat in the living room with us. I turned off the TV because we need to seriously talk, mainly mommy and Chanel. Ma came back in the living room and sat by Dad on the other couch. It was silent for awhile. Me and Dad was just looking around, Chanel was looking down and Ma looked like she wanted to beat Chanel again.

"How was the show?" I asked.

"It was good." She said.

I nodded.

"Uhm, I think y'all need to talk so I'm gonna leave." I said going back into the room.

The awkwardness was killing me.

Shawn's POV

I looked at Chanel and I looked at Beyoncé. I don't know what to say, I never imagined this happening. Chanel finally looked up and I saw the bruise on Chanel's face. I'm hoping one of them will talk first.

"Ma." Chanel said. "I'm sorry for everything I said. I didn't mean it I was just upset and irritated and I didn't mean to push you and honest to god I didn't mean to hit you it was a reflex. I'm so sorry."

I looked from Chanel to Bey.

Bey looked like she was thinking and trying to find the right words.

"Chanel, it's taking a lot of will power not to cross this table and smack you right now." She said. "I'm trying to figure out what had you so "irritated" that you wanted to be grown all of a sudden?"

"I was just irritated with everything and I don't know why and I just blew up." Chanel said.

Bey sighed.

"I can't tell you I forgive you right now because I'm still pissed." She said. "But I want you to know. You live under my roof, my rules and I will not be disrespected. I'm not one of those little chicks on the street. I used to be you so this attitude ain't nothing new. Don't you ever in your life cross me like you did today because if it happens I promise you you'll be in the ICU you understand me."

"Yes." Chanel said nodding.

Bey stood up and looked at Chanel.

"I'm really disappointed in you." She said and walked to the back.

That was something. I looked over at Chanel and she was crying. Now don't look at me like that, that's my baby girl. I got up and sat beside her. I let her cry on my shoulder.

"She hates me." She said.

"No she doesn't." I said. "She's just disappointed."

"That's almost just as bad." She said.

"Chanel, I don't really know what to tell you." I said. "Today you crossed the line."

"I know." She said.

"This time you are going to anger management." I said.

"I know." She said.

"I love you okay." I said kissing her forehead and she nodded. "You mother loves you too."

She nodded but I know she's still crying. I need to call a therapist. She needs to see one like tomorrow to get to the root of all this.

Damn, Damn, Damn Chanel. What yall think?