Her Wife And Kids

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Beyonce's P.O.V

It takes one good look, just one look and you'd be able to read his story.

He has it rough. He had it rough.

At just the age of 8 his mother was stripped from her womanhood and murdered. A cold blooded murder.

His father well...let's just say he was never in the picture.

Full custody was given to a merciless goon who had absolutely no skill in raising a child.

Where one would be concerned about his child failing and skipping school, he encourages it.

Where one would console a grieving child he tells him to quit being a bitch about it and suck it up.

Where one would protect his child, he throws him off into the streets. Willingly giving the oblivious child the drugs to sell.

Enough is enough.

I know who Justin is. I know who he was before this all happened.

One of my brightest students, it saddens me seeing him this detatched from reality to the point where he doesn't know how to act.

Krishna was a beautiful woman, inside and out. The most active in her child's education and life.

I know how much it'd pain her to see things go downhill for Justin. There were days where she'd just rant to me about how successful she dreamt of her son becoming.

And I told her...I promised her a memorable education for her son, one that'll get him far in life and prepare him for the next steps to come.

I've failed her...

I failed Justin...

I failed.

"What I do this time?" Justin speaks sluggishly entering my office before plopping himself down on my couch.

"You know the drill, feet off" He grunts in annoyance but does as he's asked.

"Whatever it is they started it miss" He raises both hands in surrender. I laugh at his quickness to defend himself.

It's funny, but at the same time it's really not. He's so used to being called out that he can't see himself being called into my office for a good reason.

"You're not in trouble sweety. I just want to talk, if that's ok with you"

With furrowed brows he leans in more. "About?"

"Just...you know life, how things are going and whatnot" I shrug.

His stone face turns to a smirk once he comes to a realization. "Long as I'm missing class I'm down. I'm really not tryna hear her" He stressed referring to Nicki.

"Mmm" I nod.

"You have alot of people that care about you here, if your teacher didn't care she wouldn't stop the class to make sure you're not falling behind"

"Yea but I ain't ask her to care. She stay buggin for no reason, but lemme not get into that, you gon defend your girl regardless of what I say" He rolls his eyes.

"My girl?!" I shout thinking it was all in my head.

"I know you got a thing for her. The way you stare at her...you look thirsty" He laughs.

This is definetly not an appropriate descussion and I absolutely do not stare at Nicki.

"I don't have a thing for her. I'm her boss Justin...quit looking at me like that" I laugh nervously as I feel my cheeks flame.