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Chapter 2

Beyoncé's Pov.
Queens, New York.

"Good morning, sweethearts" My father place a kiss on my forehead then my younger sister's forehead, Solange.

"Good morning, daddy" The both of us say in unison.

I continue eating my breakfast in silence until my mother spoke. "What party was Kelly talking about, Beyoncé?" My mother asks.

I mentally roll my eyes. I don't know why she bring this up in front of my father, she knows good well how he gets.

"Party?" My father asks placing his fork down.

I clear my throat conjuring up the right words to say.

"Um, yea. Kelly's cousin is throwing a small party at her house, just a little get together" I look down knowing my father wasn't going to let me go.

"And do we know this cousin of hers?" I can tell by the tone of his voice that he already made up his mind not to let me go.

I shook my head no.

"Well then, there you have it. You can't go" He shrugs his shoulder going back to his breakfast.

I look cross at my mother and gave her a pleading look.

"Matthew, Beyoncé is old enough to go and it's not a school night" She place her hand on his and I was hoping that he took what she said into consideration. He can be stubborn at times.

"Tina, we don't know this person and Kelly can be a bit irresponsible"

I roll my eyes. His basically talking about me like I'm a child.

"I'm not a child anymore, dad" I wasn't even hungry anymore. I'm 18 and still get treated like I'm 14.

"I know, but ever since Kelly moved to New York a few years ago, she's not the same girl I remembered from Texas. That girl is fast" He shakes his head in disgust.

"Not to be rude, but for someone who's in charge of a church, you sure do judge a lot"

"Can I go?" Solange speaks up.

"No!" He shouts quickly at her.

"I didn't even wanna go for real" I hear her say under her breath. I chuckle knowing that she wanted to go.

"Okay, fine. You can go but your curfew is 11" He says.

I know I should take his proposal but something about having a curfew when I'm basically an adult didn't sit right with me.

"Curfew? 11? Mom! Tell him that I'm 18 and I should be able to stay out as late as I want to!"

"Young lady! Who are you screaming at? And not when you live under my roof! You will be here at 11, no later!" His voice was high and intimidating.

My father and I relationship was sweet until it wasn't. We bump heads all the time.

"Ugh! Whatever!" I got up out of my chair and stomp my angry ass upstairs. I slam my bedroom door shut and flop down on my bed. Who do he think he is? I'm 18! What's the point of being an adult if you can't do adult stuffs?

I can hear muffled sounds from downstairs and I already know that it was my father arguing about my behavior.

I hear loud knocking on my door echoing through my room "Beyoncé! Get down stairs! Now!" He scream knocking my door repeatedly.

I roll my eyes getting up from my bed. I open the door and pass him without saying a word and walk downstairs.

"Ouuu, girl, you're in trouble" Solange smile ear to ear and I know she was enjoying this.