I wonder what she thinks of me

17

Nicki woke up to an endless buzzing of her phone. It had been going for a while before she decided to check what was going on. She frowned groggily, tapping the phone. The bright light in her face caused her to squint as she finally was able to open the phone to see what was going on.

The last time her phone had blown up like this, she'd been selling pussy. She looked and saw herself plastered all over social media. Her phone wouldn't stop buzzing every second with a new tweet, text or news article. There was picture after picture of her she recognised as clips from the sextape. She felt sick as the notifications kept pouring in, phone chime after chime. Every second there was another. All of these people had seen her having sex.

Her body involuntarily began to shake. She was sweating all over as she read these comments. People attacked her, she was a gold digger, a worthless whore, a piece of shit, a selfish homewrecker; the type of woman who every woman should hate. She was the worst type of woman according to social media. Even those who defended her were calling her a hoe. Her heart began to race and she struggled to breathe. She felt sick reading and looking at all this.

How many people had seen her completely exposed? How many had shared the link? Tears threatened her eyes as the phone slipped from her hands. She stared unblinkingly, unable to fully comprehend the reality of the situation. What was she supposed to do? Her phone was ringing, vibrating against the floor. The cold air from the open window felt harsh against her skin. Nothing had ever felt like this. She closed her eyes, feeling the panic rise within her.

Then she heard knocking. It scared her, and she jumped, but it snapped her out of the panic she felt. She swallowed roughly wiping her face and crept to see who was behind the door. For a moment, her heart sank as she thought of one these people had discovered where she lived. What would she do? It could be anyone. She sighed languidly not knowing what to do. Fearfully, she looked through the peephole, and released a breath when she saw it was Beyoncé.

"This is so messed up," Beyoncé growled barging into her home, heels clacking against the floor. "We need to find out who did this. We need to stop this." Her hands were shaking, as she tossed her jacket and made her way to Onikas sofa. "I'll get rid of the video. I'll make sure no one sees it." She spoke as Onika caught up to the woman pacing around her home.

"I-I think it might be too late for that" Nicki rasped, swallowing the newest lump that formed in her throat. She trembled as she showed Beyoncé a screenshot of the video on TMZ. She was so close to having another panic attack. The phone slipped from her hands and into Beyoncé's.

"My life is over," she said trembling as Beyoncé gripped the phone tighter in her own hand. She couldn't help feeling like all this was her fault. She had been the one to ask Onika to film herself. A tear rolled down Onika's cheek as she looked through some of the comments on her phone.

It was supposed to be just Beyoncé's lawyers who saw this video. She hadn't planned for it to go any further. How had anyone else managed to get a hold of it? She looked at Onika and placed an arm around her. She still hadn't stopped trembling and Beyoncé instantly felt a surge of guilt go over her.

"No, it isn't," Beyoncé insisted wiping a tear from Onika's face.

Nicki was barely crying, still struggling to breathe as she told Beyoncé some of the things she'd read. "Kys, hoe, slut, gold digger, stupid bitch—"

Beyoncé snatched the phone throwing it. "Stop," she commanded. "I know it hurts" she said in a moment of understanding. She didn't want Nicki to be going through this, especially when she had no idea how to fix it. Nicki didn't deserve any of this. She was just a woman who made a mistake, and Beyoncé didn't need people mad at Nicki on her behalf, especially when they didn't know the full story.