Between The Lines (Tyga Love Story)

15. Can't Say No

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Can't Say No - Chris Brown

~ Dawn ~

"Dawn, fuck it. I'm done with all of this shit anyways."

"I know, I know. I swear I didn't mean to hurt you in the process. Ty just keeps.. reappearing. Everytime I think I'm over him, he just keeps coming back. I don't blame you for feeling the way you feel, honestly." I said. I had to face Bobby at some point, and while I was packing my things to move out of his house there he was. There's no better time than now, right?

"I said fuck it, okay? You wanna leave? Just fucking do it!" He yelled, walking into the bedroom and pulling out things I didn't even know I had out of a box. "Here! Take all this shit with you." He threw them my way and onto the floor.

"Where the hell did you get this stuff?" I said bending over to pick up the things from the ground, thumbing tbrough them and finding out thatvthey were letters from Michael.

"Those shits were the reason you and me weren't working out, damn you," He said through gritted teeth, kicking the things out of his way to get in my face.

"No, you stole the things you knew would've or could've meant the world to me. Fuck you, Bobby," I cried punching him. And he grabbed my hands.

"Oh, you think you can start hitting me too?" He said pushing me off of him. I didn't know what he meant by that but the glare in his eyes was starting to scare me. I stumbled backwards and into the shelf, causing a vase to fall and break. "Get the hell out of here. You got 5 minutes to grab your shit and go." He coldly walked back into the bedroom, slamming the door shut knowing that I was out here bleeding.

I really didn't mean to hurt him, and since day one I knew he wasn't the one I wanted. He was the rebound guy. He was only supposed to last a while until I got over Ty. I guess that was the problem; I was never fully over that nigga. I shook my head getting up to rinse the blood off my arm and bandage it up. Afterwards, I finished packing my shit and I was out. I found myself a nice little motel that I could crash at for a while. I wasn't sure how my mom was feeling, so I just decided to save myself the extra stress and not go over to her place.

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"I'm at a motel, Ty," I breathed into the phone. It was 1 am and this was probably the 6th phone call I got from him in the past two hours. "What do you want?"

"Why you at a motel? Them shits are dusty as hell." He chuckled. I didn't find amusement in the conversation. "And I just wanna talk to you." I sighed.

"About?"

"About everything. Everything and anything. I wanna catch up with you and stay up till 5 in the morning with you just talkin' like how we used to." I laughed.

"We're older now, Ty. I'm not gunna stay up 'til 5 am just to talk to you, no offense. And plus, I have to go to work. Maybe not tomorrow, but next week I'm supposed to start up again."

"Okay. Then we can until --"

"No."

"Okay, what's up though," I sighed turning on the light. I really wanted to talk to someone anyways, why should I keep giving him the cold shoulder?

"Nothing, just thinking about things."

"What things? Talk to me." He always got interested when it came to me telling him what was on my mind.

"You, Bobby, life, if I'm making the right decisions, things like that." I shrugged as if he could see me through the phone.

"You thinkin' bout me?" He asked sighing into the phone. I shook my head.

"How is that the only thing you picked out of my sentence?"

"That's all I needed to hear," He chuckled.

"Whatever," I giggled looking over at the clock. "But really, Ty, can we talk tomorrow or something 'cause I'm really tired."

"Not until you call me papi, mami," He said seductively into the phone which sent chills up my spine. When we were dating back then, that's what I called him once during sex and he never let it go. I laughed out loud.

"Okay. Goodnight, papi," I said.

"Goodnight, Beautiful." He said and I hung up. I went to sleep with the widest smile on my face.

~ Tyga ~

Her voice always has that effect on me. Had me wanting to just go to where she was staying and tear her clothes off her body. I really love her and the pain that I caused her can't be taken back. But, we can move forward if we really want to. I know she loves me too, she's just scared of being hurt again.

I laid back in bed, staring at the ceiling in the dark, and thought. She is the one for me and I know that for a fact.

" We belong together, baby," I told her as she sat in her lawn chair next to me. I grabbed her hand and squeezed it tight, never wanting to let it go. I want this forever.

" I love you," She replied turning towards me, puckering her lips for me to peck. Our lips met and her soft lips caressed mine as our lips moved harmonously against each other's. I pulled back looking into her eyes.

"I love you more," I locked our fingers into place together. I looked up and saw a little boy in front of me. He was small with dark hair and a wide smile.. I continued staring at him. Our eyes met and I felt like I was looking into something deeper than just a little boy's eyes.. He was amazing.. He was me.