| Chapter 21: Learning After a couple of weeks at Lindell's house, Lindell and Beyonce went to the Knowles house for dinner. "Baby," Tina said to her oldest daughter gingerly. "What do you want? The leg or the wing?" She was referring the the fried chicken on the table. Beyonce didnt say anything. She still wasnt talking or trusting any one except Lindell. She looked at him. "The leg," he said. It had gotten to the point where Lindell knew if Beyonce needed something without her telling him. He knew her that well, and could read her body language better than any one else. Tina served Beyonce. Beyonce smiled shyly. She still wasnt entirely comfortable with her own family. She just listened to their converstaions at the table, She looked towards Lindell. He wiped his face. "Excuse us," he said. he and Beyonce got up from the table. "Lindell," she said. After she'd woken up her voice had been shy and timid around him, like she wanted to say something but didnt know how to say it. "Yeah baby?" he replied looking into her eyes. "I wanna go home," "You still don't remember this is your home?" She shook her head nervously. "It's ok," He said hugging her. Then they went back to the dining room and Lindell told the others they were going home. "Is it hard?" Beyonce asked once they got back to his house. They were in the room where they both slept. Beyonce was watching television and Lindell was in the bathroom washing his face. "Is what hard?" he replied. "Havin me...bein...like this," She said. "Whatchu mean bein like that?" he asked. "Me...not bein able to remember stuff...not bein who I used to be...what if I never get my memory back?" "Aww...baby you dont needa worry about that," "But I'm not who I was....and you was in love with who I wused to be, and now I'm not...and what if I never am?" "Jus cuz you got amnesia dont mean you aint the same person B," Lindell said drying his face and coming into the room to sit beside her. "But I just feel like...like we could be closer," He put his arm around her. She layed her head on his shoulder. "I'm really sorry," she said crying a little. "Sorry? No Beyonce dont be sorry. I'm just happy I have you with me now, don't be sorry," They got in bed together and Lindell turned out the light and the TV. "I just wanna remember, so bad," "Don't worry about it," he told her. She rolled over with her back to him and fell asleep. A couple hours later Lindell awoke to Beyonce twitching and moving around restlessly in her sleep. Her eyes moved under her lids and he assumed she was dreaming. He carressed her face and she calmed down a little. Then tears squeezed out of her closed eyes and rolled down her cheeks. He wiped them from her face and kissed her forehead. "You dream last night?" Lindell asked when they woke up the next morning at breakfast. "Yes," Beyonce replied. "Was it a sad dream?" Lindell asked her. "No...no it wasn't," Beyonce said. "What was it about?" "I was on the stage, performing. Singing a song, and..I was crying, because I wanted something..." "Oh...do you know what song you were singing?" "No..." "Can you sing it for me now?" "No," Beyonce said laughing. "Why are you laughing?" He asked laughing a little too. "I dont know..." she said laughing again. "sing it for you?" "Yeah, sing for me," Lindell said. Her expression changed quickly. "What now you gon ask me to breathe for you too?" she said harshly. "What?" He asked. "N-nevermind...." she said. "I just--nevermind," Lindell studied her face. "What?" she said. "nothin...who else asked you to sing for them?" "I dont know......." Chapter 22 |