Beyoncé been married for 8 Years to her husband Shawn Carter. After discovering he cheated on her she decided to turn that sour lemon into a picture of sweet lemonade. She meets someone who makes her question her own sexuality.
Beyoncé 28 years old...
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I finally made it to the restaurant that me and Bey decided to meet up at.
I walked into the restaurant and spotted the blonde that I was looking for.
As I walked up to the table she rose out of her seat and pulled me into a hug and pulled my seat out. I said "thank you" as I set down.
She set down across from me and we both just were staring at each other smiling.
"I hope the rest of your day when we got off the phone went smoothly " She said taking a sip of her wine.
She looked at my glass and back at me. I nodded and she poured some of the tasty wine into my cup. I said "thank you " before responding to her statement " yes it went good, hope it was well for you as well "
" It was a bit hectic but my favorite part of it all is finishing the busy day sitting here with you "
I blushed.
"Anyways tell me about yourself Onika " She said looking me at me.
" Well my name is Onika Tanya Miraj, born in Trinidad but moved to Bronx, New York when I was 8 years old. I always knew growing up that I had to be the bread winner for my family. Life wasn't always luxury for me. Everything that you see me with I literally had to work my ass off for it. I'm not saying anyone who grew up more fortunate than me didn't work for their success but they had something to start with. I grew up in a new home and school every time I turned around. I lived in a house with an abuser and I mean that in any way you could think of. My father was the devil. He abused me, my siblings, and my mom. He was a drunk and drug user. He always spoke down on me and I never done anything but loved that man no matter the hurt he caused us. My dad wasn't always like that but when he came to the states he lost himself. " I stopped myself from talking because it was becoming too much.
She reached out to grab my hand and rubbed my knuckles. " you don't have to keep going if its too hard "
I shook my head
" No it's just that I haven't really spoken about this ever really so hearing it out loud is just different. I need to get this off my chest if you don't mind. "
"Nonsense I don't mind, take your time no rush or any pressure ".
" I never really had the father I needed growing up so when it came to relationships I always looked for someone to look/love/protect me the way my father was supposed to but what I didn't notice that I started falling for people that was so much like him. My last girlfriend she used.. " before I finished the sentence I took a deep breath and finished the rest of my wine in one big gulp.
"she used to abuse me, it was days that I would just pray that she would just kill me already because I couldn't escape her. She punched, slapped, whipped, dragged, kicked, and raped me. She used to do the same things my father once did to my mom. I grew up witnessing abuse and allowed myself to fall victim to something I knew wasn't right since a kid. I started to believe that maybe I deserved the abuse she used to give me. She forced me to cut ties with all my family. She made me believe that she was all I needed and if I didn't leave them alone she would kill me or them. She used to compare to other females asking me why I couldn't carry more traits like them or be as beautiful as them. She doubted any of my dreams and told me I could never be nothing but a broke,distasteful bum from the slums of New York. Plenty of nights I was abused so bad that I would just lay there unconscious and woke up the next morning looking more fucked up than I did the day before. One day I had enough, after I woke up from being dragged down the damn steps because she thought I stole her car keys that she left in a hoodie from a day before. After she found it she left me at the bottom of the steps in my own blood. I called Lauren and I left. "
" After leaving her that night, I press charges and got a restraining order on her. I moved here to Houston and started my business. My first year here I was so afraid that she was going to come find me and kill me for snitching to the cops. But I ended up receiving a call that she was murdered as she was trying to rob someone and they ended up fighting over the gun and the victim shot her in self defense she died immediately. I didn't drop one tear when I received that call as fucked up as that sounds. I felt like that was her karma for all the hurt she caused me. I stood beside her and went against everyone for her and she just didn't care about me to change for us,me, and herself. "
I finally took a deep breath and looked up at her. She was just staring at me with tears welled up in her eyes.
" I'm so sorry you had to grow through that growing up and dealing with that in your relationship. You're so strong Onika. A lot of people wouldn't have been able to be in the shoes that you were once in and even now with your past trauma. You're beautiful Onika. Don't never let anyone tell you otherwise. I'm sorry I didn't know you then but I do know you now and I promise you I won't ever allow anyone to hurt you again. "
" Thank you Bey " I said quietly.
I cleared my throat and said " what about you ? "
She smiled small and said " You know my name already but it's Beyoncé Giselle Knowles. I'm 28 years old. Born and raised in Houston, Texas. Growing up was actually amazing. We lived on a farm so I used to be milking cows and riding horses until the sun went down. My dad was a hard working man. He had his hands in plenty of businesses. My mom didn't have to work because he provided for all of us. I had my hands in everything growing up and just exploring my many talents. Singing, piano, designing clothes, and of course horse racing. I knew by the age of 15 I wanted to be in the fashion industry. Seeing my mom make me and my baby sister clothing from scratch would always be the best memories of my childhood. By the age of 17 I met Shawn Carter in college. We got married when I was 19. We were so in love. You wouldn't see one without the other. We both graduated college and started our careers. Everything was amazing up until we hit the 4th year in our marriage and I started seeing him less and less. As a writer he didn't really need to be as gone as he dressed it up to be but I was so focused on my career that I didn't even notice our marriage was going down hill. By the 6th year when I voiced I wanted to have kids he was against it. He kept saying " the timing wasn't right " or " he can't because he's too focused on another book ". Year 7 came around he started not coming home or staying out too late. Coming home smelling other women. Kiss stains on his shirts and ties. He was sloppy with his affairs. I came home one day and caught him getting his dick sucked in our parking garage. I knew I needed to leave that marriage it wasn't love. It was a marriage that turned into good business partners. So I divorced him and that was the best decision I could have ever done for myself. "
" I'm sorry that he couldn't stay committed to your marriage. You didn't deserve that Bey anyone would be lucky to have someone like you. " I said.
" Thank you, I healed from that marriage though. I couldn't allow it to make me lose focus of everything I had going for my businesses. " She said.
" I'm happy I asked you to come to lunch today it seemed like we both needed to get stuff off our chest. "
" I am too, I enjoyed your company. We should do this more often. " Bey said.
" I'm going to hold you to that Knowles "
We finished the bottle of wine and our meals and enjoyed each other company. After a long battle of who was going to pay the bill. I thought I succeeded until she beat me to it by acting like she had to use the bathroom but really went to pay the bill.
