Intro

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Beyoncé Knowles

I walked out the room in tears. If this was gonna be it for me then I had to do something to save myself. I found myself running down the hall and out the exit door. No one really looked at me... I really didn't look like a girl that would do such things. I'm not a criminal... I'm— I don't really wanna say. I know what I am... and I'm not going to let anyone judge me and call me things I'm not.

I held my black heels in one hand and my purse in the other. It was pouring out here and it started to get cold. I continued walking until I got tired and stopped. I didn't know where I was going. I put my head down and saw this woman looking at me. She was wearing a short skirt and a tight long sleeved shirt; A coat topped it off.

I saw her come towards me and I immediately started walking again— only faster. She started picking up her speed and I looked at her. She didn't look frightening... she just looked pretty... and I didn't know why she would come up to me. She looked up at me and gave me her jacket.

"I saw you going into his room... I'm sorry a poor girl like you had to do things with him. Do you need a place to crash? I-i could drive you to my place or I could get you home," She says.

"I'm not even sure where I am," I whispered.

"You're in New York sweetie," she said grabbing my hand. My eyes widened, New York? I was just in Alabama yesterday.

"Oh gosh," I put my hand on my head.

"Are you okay? Let's get you to my place."

I felt like I could trust her but I still was on the look out just in case. We walked to her car and she had noticed my make up was running so she gave me a wipe.

"Here, you might wanna use this," she offers lightning up the mood a bit. I smile and wipe off my make up. I check my phone and see that it's still broken but at least I had my camera.

"You look fine now, even better than when you had on make up."

• • •

"Here's my place," she welcomed.

"It's, not what I imagined, it's better."

"What is your name?" She asked.

"Beyoncé, Beyoncé Knowles. And yours?"

"Onika, Onika Maraj," she says, grabbing the coat that was around me.

"I'm gonna give you some clothes and run you a bath. You look like you need it," she says referring to my wet hair and soaked clothing.

"Thank you, so much. How can I repay you?"

"You don't have to give me anything love, I just wanna do something for you since y'know," I think she's referring to the man I just slept with and have been trying to get away from.

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

• • •

After I was all clean, and somewhat doing better. I walked down the stairs and saw that Onika was in the kitchen. Her hair was in a bun and she had an apron on.

"What are you cooking?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing. I was gonna cook some lasagna tonight but since you're here, I decided to cook that and bake cookies."

"Yay," I shout. I cleared my throat, "I'm sorry, I love cookies."

"How old are you, darling."

I sat down in a chair by the counters. "I-I'm 22," I say nervously.

"Oh, you're so young. If it makes you feel better I'm kind of old. I'm 28."

"You're not that old," I laughed.

"Well if your say so," she said bringing me a plate of lasagna. I waited until she fixed her plate and came and sat down. I didn't have anything today so I made sure it didn't look like it. I picked up the fork and took my first bite.

"Mm," I moaned. It was so good and cheesy, I loved it.

"It's good ain't it?" She asked.

"Mhm, it's way better than what I'm used to eating," it tasted like my mother's cooking. I missed her so much.

"The cookies should be ready in a bit sweetie," she loves to call me everything but my real name.

I don't know how this is gonna be for me. I wanna get back home but... I don't have much on me.

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Hello, welcome to Night And Day. This story will be a little bit different. It's not really gonna be what I'm used to. This will be graphic and only updated when I wanna update. The next update could be in weeks.

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What do you think of Beyoncé's story so far?

How is she gonna get back home?

Will she need to "work"?

How do you think she got to New York so quick?

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Does she seem like a mom?

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What do you feel will happen next?

~Daddy

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