My Therapist

17

Onika's Pov

"Hey Onika" I heard Bey call out

"Onika?" I smirked

"My bad. Still adjusting" she says scratching the back of her neck

"I'm sorry, again. I wasn't being myself Bey" I say and she furrowed her eyebrows

"That was all me, On-Nicki I almost hit you"

"You were dealing with a lot, I should've been more supporting. I know this is a lot"

"I found someone that may help"

"Is it illegal?"

"Won't even lie to you, I don't know myself"

"Please don't get yourself into something you can't get out. I don't know what i'll do if you end up in jail"

"Don't worry. Imma find my sister, one way or another"

I smiled softly and went to answer the ringing door.

It was Dave. I mentally rolled my eyes.

He came in and looked Beyonce up and down.

"Nic?" he says turning his attention back to me

"Hm?"

"What is this girl doing inside my house, with her kiddie boxers on and no shirt?"

I scoffed. "Your house? Dave what bills do you pay?"

He clenched his jaw and walked over to her.

I signed and walked over, he was whispering something in her ear but she didn't look phased. I was serious. I can have anybody up in here. This is my house.

"I promise you Dave, that girl does not care what you got to say to her" I say

"So you taking up fa' her now"

"How is that even taking up? You can't walk up in my house and act like you own the place"

"Why you keep saying that, i'm your ma-"

"And maybe that's where I went wrong at.." I trailed off

He looked at me and back at Beyonce.

"You caused this huh?" he gritted

Even though Dave was bigger than her, she stood her ground. I always admired her bravery.

"Answer me bitch"

Before I could even say anything Beyonce pulled out a gun. She smirked and aimed it directly at his head.

Even though he tried to hide it you can see the frightening effect that gun had on him, I knew this was wrong but Beyonce had the gun and I didn't know if she was on drugs or not.

"Who the bitch now huh?" She spat out, laughing softly

"You. You never pulled a trigger a day in yo' life"

"This a new one, wanna make the first body?" she asked and I swear I think her eyes turned black

"Bey..." she shot me a deadly look before I could finish her word

"Call the police, baby" Dave said, not taking his eyes off the gun

Beyonce looked back over at me. "Yea, call 'em baby"

I gulped and rubbed my temple. Who should I listen too? Beyonce could kill somebody, end up behind bars and the I could get dragged along. But if I cal-

"You can't fucking hear woman?" Dave yelled at me

I furrowed my eyebrows at him and Beyonce slapped him across the face wit the gun.