The Way I Love You

Chapter 30: Baby Brother

Beyonce's POV:

Instead of writing more material I've been focusing on what my father dropped on me.

I had this voice in the back of my head telling me to go and see this little boy. See who he is and open up the conversation of me being his big sister.

It's beating me up inside, especially because I was too afraid to tell my sister. Solange and I have always been our parents world. So opening it to a stranger wouldn't be the more practical idea.

Nevertheless that little boy was innocent, just like we were. So I wanted to be the one to step in and save him before my father ruined him.

I briefly talked to Mike about this, he told me he'll support whatever I choose. But I didn't know what to choose from in the first place.

As I sat in my bed reading one of my favorite novels I had a thought that came to me. I wanted to go see him.

So I got up and went to get dressed. I changed into a matching black jumpsuit, somewhat did my hair, and added a pair of sunglasses.

I briefly updated Mike, most of that being that I had to step out and I would see him later. I knew he would have wanted to come with me, so I could have a support system with me.

But I didn't need to do this with me this time. I had to face the ugly truth without him this time. I had to conquer my father's negligence and see who this little boy was.

It was hard trying to locate someone who was hidden so well but I made it work. I found him within a few hours of leaving the house.

Pulling into the neighborhood I saw flash backs of my childhood. Seeing the kids running in the sidewalks, not a care in the world. Watching the neighborhood elders have their daily conversation about everything going on. It all brought me back to when I was younger, right before my father changed everything.

I finally gathered my courage to go to the door. I knocked on the wood door and a few moments later I was greeted by a middle age woman came to the door.

"Hi I'm-"

"I know who you are. Why are you here? Did you father send you?"

"Oh god no. I would never listen to him anyways, I'm here on my own accord. I'm here to meet... my brother."

"Oh well come in then."

I followed behind her, making sure to close the door behind me. Her home brought back even more memories of when I was a child, singing in the living room with my sister and my mother.

She took a seat on the couch and I sat across from her. There was a brief moment of silence, its awkward presence growing thicker by the second.

I began to zone out and try to hold back the tears. I couldn't stop seeing myself as a little girl singing and dancing in front of the camera. Coming home from pageants or talent shows hearing how I could have done better, even if I won.

In his eyes I would never be good enough. I could always do better, I must do better.

"Baby come here please." The woman softly yelled. "I'm Alexsandra Weight, most people call me Sandra."

I nodded and smiled then the sound of feet slapping the floor caught my attention. I looked to my left and coming down the hall was a small little boy.

Once he enter the living room he locked eyes with his mother and ran to her. Clinging onto her like I was going to take her away.

"Nixon this is Beyoncé, she's your sister sweetie."