S.O.S

"And I think it's how you cared for me...I befriended chaos yet you awoken the calm in me..."

Onika

I sat quietly on the plush couch, my legs crossed just as my arms were, attitude dripped from my aura as I watched the blonde strut furiously across the room, her red bottoms clicking sharply, it wasn't the first time she was upset with me.

"Why can't you listen?" The blonde hissed at me, the clicking of her heels stopped as hazel eyes bore into my own, the intensity of them making me feel like I was on fire.

"I'm listening right now ain't I?" I spoke back with the same tone, making sure to roll my eyes, I could practically see the blood boiling in the vein that jutted out her neck, it was sexy though, I loved to see her mad, I'd purposely test her to see how much it took to really make her snap.

Today's the closest she'd ever been.

"You must want to get locked up? I'm convinced that's all you want, I should've let your ass stay in there tonight since you think this shit is a joke." Beyoncè said crossing her arms and propping a leg forward, I inwardly smiled at the slight red hue on her light colored neck, and the tense muscles in her jaw, she was fighting to keep her composure.

There wasn't much of a backstory, originally from Trinidad, My parents decided the states would be a better choice for their children, my father ran into big money with a promotion so we we're well off where we lived now, which was in Queens.

But for some reason the streets beckoned to me like a bad habit, I couldn't stay out of trouble for the life of me, which got me up caught with the law. Hence why Beyoncè was livid right now. She was my father's lawyer and in turn mines as well.

My troublemaking had gotten so bad I'd been put on house arrest, the black ankle bracelet on my leg a testament to that.

"You think these lil bad ass kids give a fuck? Hell no! When they see those handcuffs come out loyalty goes out the window and you need to remember that." Beyoncè growled angrily.

"Language Ms. knowles, is that anyway for a worker of the law to be speaking." I teased even though there was some truth to Beyoncé's statement, all my friends had bailed out and told on eachother, luckily we weren't doing anything detrimental except for Smoking a little weed.

But I knew if the situation had been worse I could've really gone down, luckily Beyoncé was a hell of lawyer...a sexy one too.

"This isn't a game Onika." Beyoncè full named me, I knew she was serious this time.

"Your parents are this close to sending you back to Trinidad with your grandmother where you'll be on lockdown 24/7, work and home, that's it." She continued, causing my ears to perk up.

My grandmother was old school Trinidadian, she was as strict as they came.

"You're bluffing." I pressed back, my face twisted in disbelief. I was my father's baby, there's no way he'd send me away.