Angel {COMPLETED}

Chapter 17

Los Angeles, California
Sunday, January 2
Onika

"Where the fuck is my child?" I mumbled to myself as I silently searched around the hospital.

I didn't see Beyoncé and I didn't see Cavalli and I was freaking the fuck out. My main priority is my child and now that I can't find her, what the hell am I gonna do? Asking the woman was no use. The line was long as fuck. I had to find them on my own.

I called Beyoncé. I was trying not to cry so hard but my daughter was the one I was worried about. Beyoncé too, if anything happened to her as well.

"Hello?"

"Where the fuck are y'all? What happened?"

"Come upstairs, Valli broke her ankle. She's fine. She'll just be in a cast for a little bit."

I clenched my jaw. "Where the fuck are you Beyoncé? Give me an exact number."

She ended the call and texted me the number of the room they were in and what floor they were on.

I was livid. What the fuck happened that caused my baby to break her ankle? What did Beyoncé's irresponsible ass do now?

When I got to the room, Cavalli smiled widely. Beyoncé was sitting beside her bed, looking tired but concerned at the same time. Maybe I misjudged the situation again.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Cavalli was playing with the new kids, being herself, all bubbly and stuff and then one of the kids was playing too rough with her so she stood to him and told him that he was playing too rough and he brushed her off and pushed her hard as hell. Her ankle got caught between the cubbies. She couldn't move or nothing and the more she tried, I almost beat that little boy's ass. He better be glad I'm changed cause I would've shot his ass in there for touching my daughter."

"What did you do?"

"I talked to the teacher then when she wasn't looking, I smacked the shit out of that little boy. I don't care what the hell he had to say about it. He can sue if he wants, he hit my daughter."

"So you didn't do anything?"

"No. I told you I would never hurt my daughter but you don't listen."

"I do listen but when my daughter has a broken ankle, I have to ask all the questions. What's the little boy's name? I need to talk to his parents."

"How about kill him?" She mumbled.

"No Beyoncé you're done with that. Your mindset needs to stop instantly going to killing. You need to go see your therapist. When was the last time you saw her?"

"A month ago."

"BEYONCÉ!"

"I've been doing good, that's why I didn't go."

"You can't just give up because you're doing good.  Call her right now and set up an appointment." I handed her my phone then went too Cavalli. "You okay Princess?"

"My ankle hurts. The doctor told Momma I need crutches." She pouted. "Those are ugly. I'm not gonna be cute with them."

"How long will you be on them?"