Roommates

Chapter 15

BEYONCÉ'S P.O.V

"Where is she?" Jay asked, starting the car.

"I don't know." I replied. He looked over at me and huffed loudly.

"Beyoncé, how do you expect us to find her if you don't have the slightest idea where she is?"

"Maybe you could start by actually driving instead of just sitting there!" I shouted, pulling my phone out. Jay began to leave the driveway, while I called Solange.

"Bey? Are you here yet?" she questioned.

"You just called me a few minutes ago, of course I'm not. Where are you?" I asked.

"I don't know!" she said. Honestly, if she doesn't even know where she is, there's no hope of us finding her.

"Solo, look around! What can you see?"

"Uh, I can see some trees." she told.

"If you want me to come and get you, you better stop speaking like a damn idiot."

"Oh! I can see a sign that says The Rec." she said. I quickly rested my phone in my lap and looked over at Jay.

"Have you heard of The Rec?" I asked.

"That's where she is?" he questioned, his face engulfed in a frown.

"Yeah, you know it?"

After seeing him nod, I informed my sister that we'd be with her soon, and that she should stay calm while she waited.

"How the hell did she get there?" Jay spat, seeming rather agitated by the news.

"Do I look like I know?" I remarked.

"Beyoncé, don't get smart with me. I'm trying to help you."

"Alright, I'm sorry." Was I really sorry? Hell no, that was a stupid ass question, but I just wanted to save an argument. "So, what is it?"

"It's a recreational ground that was built a while back. It used to be full of kids who'd just go there to play, but some shit happened, and now, well, you can guess what takes place there." he explained.

"Have you been there before?"  

"A fair share of times. If your sister can see the sign, she must be near the entrance." he told. Obviously, I was giving off a clueless kind of vibe, so he elaborated. "It means she's not too involved in anything."

His vague response didn't manage to calm my nerves in the slightest. She may not be too involved in anything, but she's still involved in something, and that's more than enough. She's a fucking idiot for getting herself into this situation in the first place, but I still have to help. Just the thought of my little sister getting into any sort of danger makes my stomach hurt, seriously, physically hurt.

I started to fidget with my hands, in order to relax myself, an action that didn't go unnoticed by Jay. He took his right hand and carefully took the two of mine in his, automatically, I turned my left one around so I was able to interlock our fingers together. In an instant, my anxiousness decreased dramatically, and I no longer felt the need to move so restlessly. Our hands peacefully rested on my lap, no spoken words being verbalised, but a thousand thoughts running through my head.