S.O.S

"Blindly in love, I fucks witchu, until I realized I'm just to much for you..."

Nicki POV
April 24, 2016
Queens, Ny

I rubbed my temple in frustration as I pulled the Beats off my ears so they could rest around my neck.

Beyoncè was a trip.

I picked up my phone scrolling back through the track list of her album she'd just released, she wouldn't let me preview it at all...and now I knew damn well why.

I hadn't seen her in a couple weeks since she was wrapping up filming and last minute track checks. While I was out in Newyork visiting my mother.

My mother. Speaking of devil, that's exactly who I wanted to talk to about this shit.

I rolled out the bed stretching and rolling my shoulders to release some tension, I shuffled through the room for a bit before I found my Nike slides.

I picked my phone back up and checked the time.

1:37 AM

It read brightly, I headed downstairs knowing she would be up since we were both night owls, come to think of it, it was something Beyoncè hated with a passion when we first got together.

My face turned up into a scowl as she crossed my mind, I can't believe she really did this.

"Ma, you up?" I asked entering the kitchen even though I already knew the answer.

"Yea baby, just getting some brownie, you want a piece?" My mother said, and before I could answer back, a bowl of brownies and vanilla Ice cream sat in front of me along with a spoon.

I picked up the spoon and scooped some brownie Along with ice cream into my mouth. It was warm and cold and everything I didn't know I needed, but shit chocolate always made me feel better.

I'd almost forgot why I came down until my mother jogged my memory unintentionally.

"How's my daughter-in-law." My mother said taking my now empty bowl and placing it in the sink.

I sucked my teeth and huffed out a breath at the frustration that re-flooded my temple, I looked down at my ring finger and rubbed over the small tattoo on it absentmindedly, my emotions all over the place.

"She released her album." My voice level and calm.

"It's not what you expected?"

I groaned inwardly, no matter how phlegmatic I tried to be my mother always saw through bullshit.

"The position of the albums pretty clear." I said while fumbling with the sleeve of my shirt.

"And what's the position Nicki?" And for some reason I felt my mother was toying with me and she knew exactly what, and who the album was about.

"I'm sure you already know Ma." I said going with my gut that she already was hip to the news.

"I know that ain't no attitude I hear in ya throat." My mother said and I felt her stare penetrating the side of my head like a damn fire.