the story kicks off twelve years after the death of Beyoncé. The drama is far from over, there will be a bunch of twist and turns in this new chapter of Nicki's life that she will not see coming.
This is the second chapter of Don't Hurt Yourself, r...
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"Again." I helped Bailey off the floor for a third time. She was getting her ass kicked in the ring. She was up against someone about the same height as her the only thing was they were significantly older than her. There wasn't any kids apart of the crew so I had to work with what I had.
To my surprise Bailey was pushing through this. She actually seemed to really want to be apart of this life. Every time she got knocked down she asked for pointers on how to improve. Slowly she was getting it, "how was that round?"
"A lot better. But you need to keep your eyes on your opponent's hands and feet. Not just one babygirl, you need a break."
"I'll take a break when I knock her on her butt." She placed her mouth guard back in her mouth. I fixed her gloves and pushed her back in the ring, Solo joined me on the sidelines watching up at her niece. She was impressed just as much as I was, Bailey was impressive. If she improves her skills she'll be my carbon copy. I just hope she doesn't piss off and egotistical men. "Sweet pea has a killer left hook, I wanna see her with a .22 in her hands."
"Look at her hands, even in a fight they're steady. I'm thinking M24."
"Sniper rifle! Ha! Daddy is rolling around in his grave right now. Sweet pea is not ready for no damn sniper rifle." I shrugged, I thought differently. Bailey was picking skills up quickly, too quickly like this was instinct for her. "I did it, I took her down!" We shifted our focus to Bailey, she was jumping up and down in the ring celebrating her win. I smiled knowing she was about to learn a valuable lesson about gloating. In three.........two........one, her opponent kicked the back of her leg making her fall to her knees.
To our surprise she spun around and kicked the girl in her head then pinned her down until she tapped out. "Okay now she's down, what's next momma?" She started taking off her gear until she was out of the ring. I loved how energetic she was about this, "we are taking you home, we've been here all day and your sister has been blowing me up nonstop."
"She's being all weird again, this time about mom. That girl needs to take her crazy meds."
"Crazy meds?"
"Yeah she's crazy."
"Your sister is not crazy Sweet pea. She's on anxiety medications, Nicki started her on some after you disappeared on us. She would freak out whenever Nicki would leave to the bathroom so medication was the best bet." Solo explained to me. It pissed me off a bit to hear my daughter is on medication. I hated the thought of a psychiatrist digging around in her mind finding problems that aren't even there. My daughter didn't need medication, she just needed someone there for her and explain what was going on. All that medication wasn't good for a child, "well I'm back so she doesn't need them."
"She does trust me, her episodes aren't as frequent but she needs them."
