《Past Is The Past [Finished]》Truth Shall Set You Free
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Angel's POV...
Amir had to open his big ass mouth. He should've just shut up. Now Leon won't shut up about it. I opened the door to the house and Leon was still running off at the mouth.
"Leon, shut up and keep your voice down." I said.
"I wanna know why he said you didn't rob that store." He said.
"Shut up, I'm not telling." I said.
"Well I want to know?" I heard.
I looked up and Solange was standing there. Where the hell did she come from?
"There's nothing to tell Solo." I said.
"Then what's he talking about?" She said.
"I don't know and he don't even know." I said eyeing him.
"Well I bet mama wanna know." She said.
I grabbed her and put my finger up to my mouth. I put up my pinky and she locked it with mine and we went to my room with Leon included.
"Spill." She said.
"I didn't rob that store." I said.
"What? Then who did?" She asked.
"This boy Amir. I was just a look out." I said.
"Then why you tell them you did?" She asked.
"I didn't the store clerk pointed me out." I said.
"Why didn't you tell them Amir did it?" Leon asked.
"I'm no snitch and I promised I wouldn't." I said.
"What's a promise with that nigga mean?" Leon said.
"It means a lot." I said looking down.
"Why and if you don't tell me I'm calling Mama and Daddy." She said.
I sighed and sat down.
"Amir has some stuff on me that I know he will tell the media about." I said.
"What kind of stuff?" She asked eyeing me.
"Not sexually but drug related stuff." I said.
Solo sighed.
"You need to tell mama." She said.
I laughed.
"You have lost your mind if you think I'm gonna tell that women I sold and smoked weed and someone has pictures." I said.
"Well you still need to tell her because if something happens while Bey is on tour Bey will whoop your ass herself and you know it." She said.
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"Ahh!" I groaned aloud and laid back on my bed.
"I don't want to." I said whining.
"Angel, trust us." Leon said.
I guess I should, last time I didn't well you know. I nodded my head.
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"Why did you call Bey and Shawn!?" I said to Solo.
"Because they have a right to know." She said.
"Ugh! I was gonna let mama tell her." I said.
I took a couple deep breaths before I walked out into the living room. I was scared, I'm not gonna lie. I sat in front of them and they just looked at me. I looked at Solo and she nodded. I exhaled.
"Well I didn't rob that store I just said I did so I wouldn't be a snitch. I didn't say anything because the boy that did it has pictures of me smoking weed and I didn't want him to give it to the media." I said really fast.
They looked mad confused.
"What?!" My dad said.
"I said-"
"No, we heard what you said." My mom said.
"Where this boy live?" Jay asked.
"I don't know." I said.
I was looking at my hands too scared to look at anybody but Solo.
"So instead of some pictures leaking you wanted to go to jail?" Bey asked.
"I was going anyway." I said.
"And that boy was walking around free?!" She asked.
"No, he got a year and some months." I said.
"So you didn't say anything to get a lesser sentence?" She asked.
"I'm not a snitch." I said.
"You sound so damn dumb." Bey said.
"You don't understand." I said shaking my head.
"Well make me understand." She said.
"I can't make you understand." I said.
I looked at all of them.
"Solo thought I should tell y'all just in case something was to happen okay. It was a long time ago and I wanted y'all to know everything." I said.
"Is there anything else we don't know?" My mom asked.
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"You know everything." I said.
"You sure." She said eyeing me.
I nodded and looked at Solo. She came and sat by me and kissed my cheek.
"See, it wasn't that bad." She said.
"Yeah, right." I said.
"I'm going to call the publicist." My dad said getting up.
"I'm going to cook something." My mom said getting up.
Bey was glaring at me. Shawn looked at her and got up.
"Where you going?" I asked.
"To the bathroom, wanna come?" He asked.
"Your a big boy now. Go by yourself." I said.
Solo was about to get up but I pulled her back down. She let go and left me. Bey kept staring.
"What Bey?" I asked.
"Nothing." She said.
"Then why you looking at me like that?" I asked.
"What? Like you stupid?" She said.
"Yeah, that." I said.
"I don't know what to say to you." She said.
"Then don't, stop trying to be my mother and be my sister." I said. "Just be there for me and don't judge me."
"I'm not judging you." She said.
"Your face says otherwise." I said.
We were quiet for a moment.
"Angel, I'm not judging you and I do support you." She said. "Just sometimes you do dumb stuff."
"That happened two years ago." I said. "Let it go! Everybody else has."
We sat there and then she got up and sat by me. I still didn't say anything.
"Angel, I'm sorry." She said.
"What? Aye, Solo get a camera. You said what?" I said putting my hand up to my ear.
"Shut up, I can admit when I'm wrong." She said.
"Yeah." I said slowly.
"Look I'm sorry, I just don't want you taking all these good steps forward and then get knocked back." She said.
"Bey, that's life." I said.
"Yeah, I know." She said.
"Awe, look at y'all." Solo said sitting down too.
"Awe, nothing." I said getting up.
I went in the kitchen and my mom was doing something over the stove. I know she know I'm looking at her.
"What Angel?" She said.
See.
"Mama, you mad at me?" I asked.
"No, because I know that was a long time ago." She said. "I know you've changed."
"Thanks." I said.
I went back out into the living room and Jay was in there now.
"Okay, so who's taking me to the studio tonight?" I asked.
"Huh?" They said.
"I've missed two years of music basically. Come on y'all gotta play something for me." I said.
"I think Kelly and Michelle in the studio." Bey said.
"Great! Ma! We’ll be back for dinner!" I said. "Let's go!"
*Studio*
Bey's POV
We stopped in on Kelly and Michelle listening to some music.
"What's up." I said.
"Hey." They said and Angel sat between both of them.
"What y'all doing here?" Michelle asked.
"To hear some music." I said.
"Why didn't y'all just listen to it at the house." Kelly asked.
"Her idea." I said pointing towards Angel.
"Well play me the best tracks from 2011-2013." She said.
"Ain't nobody doing all that." Solange said. "You can listen to Kelly and Michelle's single and we going home."
"What?" Angel said. "That's not fair. I missed so much."
"Oh well, I need to pick up Jeulz." Solo said.
"Ain't nobody stopping you." Angel said. "Bye"
"Listen-"
"Hey!" I said. "Why y'all always gotta argue about something."
"That's her." Solange said.
"What I do?" Angel said.
I rolled my eyes. I plugged in my iPod and played some tracks from Kelly's album and the only song Michelle gave me. Selfish, won't let me hear nothing else. Angel seems happy and right now that's all that really matters.
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