Chyna

Lied To Me

I was in the studio with my friend Alicia recording when the door opened abruptly. In walked Nicole and she was smirking and applying lipstick to her lips.
I signaled for the sound engineer to cut the music and walked out of the booth.
"Why are you here?"
"Just came here to tell you to get ready to pack your shit. Me and my kids are moving in that home..."
"I'm not going anywhere .. let me call Trigga." I laughed reaching for my phone.
"What Trigga ain't tell you he's still sleeping with me?"
"What?"
I turned towards her and held back my tears.
"Yeah we been fucking around for a good while."
I grabbed my phone and called Trigga...
"Hello."
"So you messing with Nicole still?"
"Babe what are you talking about I'm at home. I'm waiting for you."
"Why is Nicole saying she's still messing with you?"
"Babe...you really gonna listen to her ass."
"Whatever I'll be home in a few." I hung up the phone and started gathering my stuff.
"It's really time for you to go." Alicia said to a Nicole .
"Girl please I pretty much own this studio. I paid for that booth all this equipment, those chairs y'all sitting on."
Nicole's phone started to ring...
"Hey boo." She smiled answering the phone. It was Trigga I could hear his voice on the other end.
"What do you mean? Why are you doing this to me Trey? I have your kids!!" She yelled. Ignored whatever she had going on and headed out the door to confront Trigga. I hoped that Nicole was lying and that Trigga wasn't still messing with her.

My heart was racin' as I stormed outta the studio, dead set on confrontin' Trigga and gettin' to the bottom of this betrayal. The words Nicole had said kept echoin' in my mind, breakin' the trust I had in our relationship. I couldn't believe that after all we been through, he still messin' with her.

As I made my way to the car, anger and hurt consumed me. The drive home felt like forever, with uncertainty weighin' me down with every mile. I needed answers, closure, and the truth.

When I got to our crib, my hands was shakin' as I fumbled with the keys. The door swung open, revealin' Trigga standin' there, his face showin' concern and confusion. I could see the guilt in his eyes, but I needed to hear it straight from him.

"Is it true?" I demanded, my voice filled with anger and pain. "You still messin' with Nicole?"

Trigga's expression changed from confusion to realization, and he reached out to touch my arm. "Babe, it ain't what you think. She lyin'. I ain't been with her."

My heart was torn between wantin' to believe him and the fear of bein' deceived again. I took a step back, needin' space to process his words and figure out what was really goin' on. The silence hung heavy in the air as I searched his eyes for any sign of deceit.

"I heard her on the phone with you," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "She mentioned the kids. You still involved with her, Trigga?"

He let out a sigh, his shoulders slumpin' in defeat. "I can explain, babe. It ain't what you think. She just tryna stir up trouble."

The tears I had been holdin' back finally spilled over, streamin' down my cheeks as the weight of the situation crashed down on me. I wanted to believe him, to trust that our love was strong enough to weather this storm, but doubt lingered in the back of my mind.

"I need some time," I choked out, my voice filled with sadness and determination. "I gotta figure out what's best for me, for us."

Trigga reached out to touch my face, his touch gentle and filled with remorse. "I understand, baby. Take all the time you need. Just know that I love you, and I'll do whatever it takes to make this right."

With a heavy heart, I turned away from him, needin' space to process the pain and confusion that consumed me. The road ahead seemed uncertain, but I knew I had to prioritize my own well-bein' and find the strength to make the best decision for myself.

As I retreated to a quiet corner of our home, I allowed myself to feel the raw emotions that had been buildin' up inside me. The tears flowed freely, washin' away the hurt and anger, and leavin' behind a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, our love could withstand this storm. When morning came I felt love sick and couldn't stand being around him I packed my stuff while he was sleep and looked at the pictures we took during the summer, scrolled through our text messages from start to finish . I shed a few tears before heading out the door. It was barely dawn and I caught a taxi to the airport. I had enough money in my savings and would find a manager on the east coast. J boarded the plane back to Brooklyn at the 11 and when I finally touched Brooklyn I booked a hotel. I didn't want my family knowing what happened or even knowing that I was back in the area yet.

As I settled into the hotel room, the weight of my decision settled upon me. I knew that leaving Trigga and starting anew on the East Coast wouldn't be easy, but I needed to prioritize my own happiness and well-being. The room felt empty without his presence, and the silence echoed the void in my heart.

Days turned into weeks as I searched for a new manager, determined to continue pursuing my dreams in the music industry. The hustle and bustle of Brooklyn provided a distraction from the pain, but it couldn't erase the memories of our time together. I found solace in the familiar streets, the vibrant culture, and the support of friends who had always been there for me.

As time passed, I began to rebuild my life, finding strength in my independence and the opportunities that awaited me. I immersed myself in my music, pouring my emotions into every lyric and melody. The pain of the betrayal fueled my creativity, and I channeled my experiences into my art.

But despite the progress I was making, there were still moments when the memories of our love would flood back, leaving me feeling vulnerable and longing for what once was. I would catch myself reminiscing about the good times, the laughter, and the shared dreams. It was in those moments that doubt would creep in, questioning if I had made the right decision.

But deep down, I knew that leaving was necessary for my own growth and happiness. I couldn't ignore the pain and the broken trust that had shattered our relationship. I had to believe that I deserved better, that I deserved a love that was built on honesty and loyalty.

Months turned into a year, and I found myself standing on a stage in Brooklyn, performing my music to a crowd of adoring fans. The journey hadn't been easy, but it had been worth it. I had found my voice, both as an artist and as a woman who refused to settle for anything less than she deserved.

And as I looked out into the sea of faces, I knew that I had made the right choice. The pain of the past had transformed into strength, and the betrayal had become a catalyst for my growth. I had reclaimed my power and found a love within myself that no one could take away.

As the final notes of my performance echoed through the venue, I couldn't help but smile. I had come a long way from that quiet corner of our home, where tears had washed away the hurt and anger. I had emerged stronger, wiser, and ready to embrace the future that awaited me.

Chyna...No longer a Trigga Girl.