Reunited

We're gonna be okay.

A Hour after Ry's party
Beyoncé's POV

Everyone had gone home. Blue and the twins were bathed and tucked into bed. Now the only thing left to do was get answers I wasn't even sure I wanted.

As a mother, I should never have to question my daughter on if she was physically abused by her kidnapper. I mean it's bad enough that she was kidnapped but what if she says yes? I seriously hope she says no but a part of me knows she won't.

Standing outside of my oldest daughter's bedroom door, I take a deep breath before knocking and then entering after she gave the say so. "Hey baby."

She looks up from her phone and smiles when she sees me. She's so adorable. "Hey mama."

"Can we talk baby?" I ask her and she sits up, nodding her head. "I want you to know that I love you with my entire heart. If you ever need anything, I'm there and I'll do whatever it is that I have to do to make sure you and your siblings are forever okay. I know it may be a little hard, but I want you to trust me."

"I do trust you. I trust you more than anyone else right now." she says.

"I'm so glad you said that. I really am. Now I'm going to ask you something and I need you to be honest with me. If you don't feel comfortable talking about it right now, that's fine but eventually we're going to have to have this conversation."

"What is it?"

Here goes nothing...

"Did Tamera ever hit or cause any physical pain on you?"

Her eyes gloss over and she looks down, giving me the answer I need. I pull her body close to mine and she cries on my chest.

"What happened baby?"

She stays quiet trying to calm down her sobs before pulling away from me. She grabs a water bottle and a tissue from her nightstand and pours the last little bit of water on the tissue before wiping her eyes and then nose then throwing both away. It looked as if she hadn't been crying at all. Scary.

"She did hit me. Any chance she got actually. Her abusiveness started when I was very young. The first time it happened, or at least the first time I remember, I was four. I had gotten another cookie when she told me not to and she punished me. But it wasn't any normal type of punishment, she slapped me right across my face and when I cried she slapped me again..harder that time and told me to stop crying or she would do it again. I get that I didn't listen but I was four! Four freaking years old." a single tear rolled down her face and I wiped it for her as she continued. "It only got worse as I got older. In her mind, I was older so I could handle much more. She would hit, kick, throw, scratch and whatever else she wanted to do to me whenever she wanted to. There were times when I had to miss weeks of school and couldn't go outside the house because she didn't want anyone to see my bruises. A friend of Tamera's caught on one day when I was 10 and I thought it would be over but it wasn't. Tamera overheard her telling me that she was just jealous and kicked her out then beat me afterwards. It went on until my TT Tia got me the house."

I was stuck.

What do I say or do in this situation? How do I be there for her?

"How do you feel? I know this is still affecting you a lot." was all I managed to get out.

"I don't know." she tells me. "I feel angry, happy, sad, and relieved all at the same time. I don't  understand why she would do that to me mommy?"

She breaks down and I pull her body close to mine again. "I wish I could give you an answer but I can't. I truly don't know why on Earth she would ever treat you or anyone else like that. What I do know is that it's over. She will never be able to get to you ever again and I will do everything in my power to make sure of it."

"I wish I could believe you, I really do. But I can't. Skai is still out there roaming and I know for a fact she still hates me for getting her mom put in jail. On top of that, Tamera has connections everywhere. I know for a fact she won't be locked up for long and I have this weird gut feeling that something is going to go wrong. I feel it."

At this point now I was worried. My gut feelings were never wrong. I had a gut feeling that Ry was closer to us than everyone expected and now look at us. She's my daughter and I'm pretty sure she inherited that good intuition.  "I wish this would all go away and we could live a perfectly worry free life. I'm so sorry baby."

"It's okay mama, everything will be fine." I could feel my shirt getting wet from her tears. I knew she didn't believe that and honestly, I don't know if I did either.

"Anyways," she sits up and sniffles. "I don't want to think about that anymore. As long as we got each other we're gonna be okay."

She makes me feel like such a proud mother. Words can't explain how proud I am of her. She truly is one of the strongest people I've ever met. I wish I could take all her struggles away.

"Mama?" she calls out after a few moments of comfortable silence.

"Yes bubbles?"

"Don't let dad hear you call me that. He gone get on you!" she laughs.

"Your daddy ain't gone do a damn thing."

"If you say so ma. No but seriously, can you sleep in here with me tonight? I could really use the comfort of being under my mom. Plus I know we both won't be able to sleep for a while. So why don't we eat ice cream and watch dreamgirls!!"

"Dreamgirls??? Why do you wanna watch that old ass movie Ry?"

"Because it's been my favorite movie since forever and my mother is in it...duhh!" I playfully roll my eyes and scoots closer to me. "Soooo, wanna sleep in here...please?"

"Of course. Let's go get that ice cream now." I say and she squeals before getting off her bed and making her way to the door with me behind her.

Hey lovelies! Happy Thanksgiving for the ones who celebrate! Here's a small update and also part two of the last chapter. I hope y'all ate good some good ass food and had fun with your families! Until next time..💘