My friend

7

Beyonce pov:

"Did you do it" my father gritted. I looked at him then looked away rolling my eyes.

"yes" I mumbled.

He slapped me making my head turn and I clenched my jaw. "Why did you hit me" I gritted turning back to look at him.

"What did I tell you about just jumping up and making stupid decisions !" he raised his voice.

"HE SAID HE WANTED MY HEAD !" I yelled "IT WAS A THREAT BEYONCE ! TO MAKE YOU FEEL SCARED" he yelled back.

"Yea well instead it pissed me off" I mumbled. "You just started a war" he said and I shrugged.

"I can protect myself.. Better than you or mom ever did" I said rolling my eyes.

"Jesus beyonce let the shit go you were six !" "THAT DOESN'T MEAN I DON'T REMEMBER" I yelled feeling tears start to sting the back of my eyes.

"GET OVER IT !!" he yelled loudly getting in my face. "instead of crying about old shit you need to be focusing on how you're about to die" he said lowly looking in my eyes.

My lip trembled and I quickly stormed out. I fucking hate him.

I walked out the house sitting on the porch. I looked around swallowing the lump in my throat trying not to cry.

Well I guess it's time for me to introduce myself.. I'm beyonce. I live in a dangerous neighborhood with my mom and my little sister solange. My dad who you just had the luxury of meeting is barley even in my life. He randomly comes around sometimes but mainly when i'm in trouble. Kinda like now.

"Get off my porch if you wanna be a bitch and cry !" I heard from inside the house. I sighed standing up.

He's not always this mean.. only when he's mad. I guess he's where I get it from.

"I don't have nowhere to go !" I said back wiping my eyes "Go home !"

"i don't wanna go home" I mumbled lowly looking down.

A familiar face popped in my mind and I pulled out my phone calling her since she's the only person that will help me.

"Hello"

"hi onika" I said lowly

"Hi beybear, you sound sad what's wrong ?"

"Are you busy right now ?"

"No.. do you need something ?"

"yes only if you want to"

"I want to"

"..can you come get me"

"Sure boo send me the address and i'm on the way"

"Are you su-"

"Yes BB, send the address"

She hung up and a small smile came on my face.

I like that she's actually nice to me.. I push her away a lot but on the inside I just wanna see if she will stay.

That's why I keep being so mean to her to see if she is the type to leave me lonely again. So far she hasn't so i'm trying to be nicer.

I sat on the porch waiting until she came. When she pulled up I stood up and she got out the car walking up to me.

"Are you ok ?" she asked "Yea can we get out of here please" I rushed out looking back to make sure my father wasn't looking.

"yea come on" she said and we walked over to the car getting in. She drove off not saying nothing.