Tylie Evans.
It has been an hour since my father and Tyga, took a 'drive'. I am extremely worried for both of their safety, because they both can be irresponsible when angry.
I was now watching television in the living room, waiting for their arrival. I'm seriously surprised that no one has awakened from our brawl earlier, but to be fair, it's a good thing.
I heard keys rattle in the latch, and then someone entering the house. I stood to my feet, regaining confidence, when my father walked into the room, alone.
"Where is he?" I questioned, worried.
"Where's who?" He played back, making me grow aggravated.
"Don't play dumb. You know I mean Tyga." I harshly sneered, pointing my finger into his chest.
"You don't need to worry about that nigga anymore, I sorted him out." He sickly laughed, causing a knot to form in my stomach.
"Dad, I swear, if you don't tell me where he is and what happened, I'm telling everyone about Caitlyn and what you did to me." I threatened, losing hope in every word I said.
"You wouldn't dare Tylie. So just go to bed, you're going to have a very long day tomorrow." He said, walking upstairs, probably into his bedroom.
I hurriedly pulled out my phone, texting Tyga.
Baby are you alright? Please get back to me, I need to know that your alright. I need you xxx
I quickly ran up to bed, dreading the day that faced me tomorrow.
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"Tylie what happened to your face? You look terrible!" My Mom cried, running over to me.
Before I could even answer, my Dad butted in.
"I came downstairs last night to see Tyga hitting Tylie. I sorted him out and tries my best to clean her up." My Dad said. If I didn't know the truth, I would have been convinced he was telling the truth.
"That is complete and utter bullshit-" I started to scream, but was soon interrupted by a knock on the door.
My Mum ran to answer it, and then returned with a perfectly normal looking Tyga, pacing behind her.
I sighed in relief, and jumped up to hug him. My family's faces scrunched up in confusion, but I didn't have it in me to care.
"Baby, go pack your bags, we're going to LA early. I don't want you living in this house with him. I have another show tonight and tomorrow, but after that we are leaving." He said, holding me in a close embrace.
"How dare you enter my home, and boss my child about. You're already not liked by-" My dad started, but soon got cut off.
"Listen here bitch, if you don't want any family left by Christmas keep running your mouth, but if I was you, I'd sit my ass down and shut the fuck up. Because after last night you've got yourself in some deep shit. Now Tylie, go pack your bags." Tyga aggressively spat.
I ran upstairs, hurriedly throwing all of my belongings into several suitcases, and packing my makeup in a carry on. I put all of my University course work into a spare laptop case. I grabbed my phone, iPad and Laptop and put them all in my other laptop case.
I didn't want my departure from my family to be like this, but I honestly was glad Tyga came to rescue me.
I ran downstairs with four suitcases in hand, and a backpack on my back. I struggled down the last few steps, but luckily I made a safe journey down the stairs.
"T, I'm ready!" I shouted out from the hallway.
He came out almost instantly and started to load my stuff into the car. My whole family, excluding the kids, came out to say goodbye.
Rob ran towards me, grabbing my arm, preventing me from moving.
"Tylie, what are you doing! He beat you up and now you're listening to all of his commands as if you're a lap dog. Just stay with us, we'll help you!" Rob pleaded.
"Rob, Tyga never has and never will lay his hands on me, in the wrong way. I'm leaving because of what he did. But Rob, stop looking for answers because you're not going to find them." I said, pulling him in for a hug.
I went around my family, saying I love you's and giving hugs. When it came to my father, I couldn't even look at him, so I just ran into the car.
Tyga put the car in gear, and sped off.
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"What did he do to you?" I impulsively said, pulling him into the sofa, to sit down.
"We drove his car, because my chauffeur had already left. He drove me to this place, it was near a river. I think it's called the river Thames. We basically got into a dispute about what he done and him repeatedly calling me a nigga. He then pushed me, and I fell and hit my head on the pavement. I passed out and he then left me there. Anywho, I called Trell when I woke up, and they put a search party out for me. They found me, and I came back here. Now tell me why he hit you." Tyga explained.
"Well, I snuck in late because I was with you, and I ran to the downstairs toilet because I really needed to pee when I got in. When I entered the toilet my Dad was dressed up as a female. I then basically found out that my Dad is a transgender. We got into an argument and nasty things were said, he then got really angry and started to hit me." I said, tears welling up in my eyes.
"Don't cry baby, I got you. We're going to LA tomorrow and you can meet my family, they're a bit calmer than your family as well." He whispered in my ear, rubbing my cheek with his hands.
I am honestly relieved that he wants me to meet his family, it shows that he is seriously too. I'm just worried and whether he even wants me to meet his son.
"T, I'm going to ask you something, and I don't want you to feel obliged to agree with what I'm saying. It's just when you say meet your family, do you mean your son as well? Because I'm totally fine if you think it's too soon." I softly mumbled, slightly embarrassed at my statement.
"Tylie, I would love for you to meet my son, I know that he would love you as much as I do. It's just that his Mom is very protective over him, so I'm not sure if she would agree. So I honestly want you to meet my son, but it's not my decision to make." He said, sounding rather down.
I honestly didn't feel anyway about meeting King because I understand where his mother is coming from. But I'm losing my cool because Ty just basically said that he loves me! I'm trying not to be an excited little girl, but that really made my heart melt.
"Can I come to the show tonight? I wanna get back to work, instead of just lounging around all day." I insisted.
"Once we get to LA it's going to be nonstop work, so just rest, let yourself heal. I'm going to the club afterwards anyway and I know that's just not your scene. So just relax." T said, pacing Uni the bathroom.
Mini Disclaimer: Should I call their ship name, Tyla or Tygie? And do you guys like Drake, because soon there will be some drama with him...
