Behind Closed Doors

VIII

Beyonces Pov

I woke up early today and scratched my stomach as I checked the time. I knew so woke up early because my mother wasn't yelling at me to do the laundry yet.

It was the day of homecoming and I groaned getting up. Suddenly I saw my mother burst in my room.

"It's too early for this shit.." I mumbled and I heard her loud and clear as she yelled. "It's the day of your homecoming and you aren't getting dressed?" She asked.

"Ma I ain't gotta be there until like around 6 something." I said and she shook her head.

"This is your last homecoming before you go off to college BB, I want to get you a suit—" I put my hands up shaking my head.

"Nah—I'll do that for prom." I said and I heard my mother gasp. "You're actually going to prom? I am a proud mother today." I groaned. She was so extra.

"I'll wear something basic I'm only there to hangout with Robyn and Onika and them.." I said . I was tired, I didn't realized I mentioned Onika.

"Onika? Who's that? Girlfriend? Future daughter in law?" I threw a pillow at my mother.

"Rude! Well I actually came to tell you that you should tell your friends to come over for dinner after the dance. I kinda miss them." She said and I stared at her.

"You yelled at Robyn last week for eating all our gummies." I said remembering the incident.

"That's only because I love her, now get up—also clean your room. I don't know who Onika is and assuming she's your girlfriend I don't think she wants to know you have superman briefs." She said pointing to the pair on my floor.

"Ma!" She put her hands up in defense.

"I mean unless she's into that I don't know her—"

"Mother for the love of God."

"Okay, okay. Love you BB." She said closing my door and I hugged my pillow. It was too early and I decided to sleep until It was time to actually get ready.

My plans were spoiled when my little sister Solange opened the door and threw one of her own pillows at me.

Is this "Abuse Bey" day?

"Nigga what?" I asked. She was in 8th grade and had the biggest attitude. Love her, wish she would zip her mouth shut sometimes.

"It's your chore day. You look like a whole ass nigga bruh—you turning into a stud?" She asked and I had no problem with fighting a 14 year old.

"Nah, but you turning into ground meat when I get up and beat your ass." I said actually starting to get up.

"Aw hell nah—that's child abuse I'll call CPS on you." She said shrugging standing in my doorway.

"Nigga you forgot that don't work for me, I'm the sibling not the guardian." She nodded still looking unphased.

"I'll just call the police and hope they shoot the right black person."She said and I picked up her pillow she threw at me and she was used to this. She ran her ass down the hallway as I chased her.

That's how I started my morning, chasing solange through the house.

I finally tackled her and held the pillow above my head.

"I'm about to end ya 14 years of annoying the hell outta me." I said and she shook her head frantically.

"Daddy!" She yelled and then my farther walked out of his room looking at me and then Solange.