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Here it was hours after Nyla's abduction and she still wasn't here, in my arms. Every time I thought about it, I got angrier, more anxious, sadder. Beyoncé swore up and down that Jhené was dangerous. BITCH I am too, especially when my baby is involved. The only reason I wasn't at that bitch's house, knocking her head between the washer and dryer was because Beyoncé wouldn't let me see the address.
La started rubbing my shoulders, trying to calm the raging fire, blazing through my body. I was liable to burst into spontaneous combustion at any given moment.
Beyoncé was talking to two police officers as they tried to come up with a game plan. Jhené texted Beyoncé less than an hour ago and it was obvious that what she said pissed her off but nobody would let me see the message.
Omniscient Waycross, GA June 5th 11:59 pm
⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️
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"I want my mommy!" Nyla cried, pushing away the hamburger helper in front of her. She'd been this way since she came back conscious.
"Shut up and eat, you little brat." Jhené snapped. The only two things fueling her to be nasty towards Nyla was her hatred for her mother and Brenda's growing agitation.
"I'm so close to hurting this little girl." Brenda said, catching Jhené's attention.
"No, we can't. We can get in trouble for that." Jhené told her. It was nearly impossible for the woman from her head to hear her though, over Nyla's constant cries.
"Spare the rod, you spoil the child." Was all Brenda said, before she made Jhené slap Nyla across the face.
It took a second for the hit to register but once it did, Nyla let out a blood curdling scream. She'd never in her four years of living been hit like that. The worst she'd ever experienced was Nasir snatching her by her arm.
