For the Road (A Tyga Story)

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Time: 10:30 a.m.

Date: Sunday, October 20, 2013

Location: New York Marriott off the Brooklyn Bridge

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♛ M I C H A E L ♛

I use to think love at first sight was some bogus bullshit people made up to make their significant other happy whenever they expressed their feelings toward each other, but now I understand that it's true. When I first saw Hathor, I knew at that moment we were meant to be. I don't know why she doesn't see that, and I don't know why she hates me so much. I know asking her why she works at the gentleman's club was personal, but there has to be another reason why she doesn't like me. I can't say that I'm actually in love with Hathor, but I can say it's a strong like. I have never met a girl as strong as her and it's actually a huge turn on. When I met Chyna, she was a hopeless romantic stripper that just need someone to make her feel loved and wanted, and that's what I did. I made her feel loved and wanted and special, but in the end, I was unhappy. I've grown to love Chyna, but it's not how she loves me. I love her as a little sister, and she loves me as a hubby type thing. The last thing I want to do is hurt her feelings, but my heart is reaching toward Hathor and I can't deprive my heart of its needs.

Last night when I saw Hathor leave with Chris, I was furious. First off, Chris knows all about my feelings for that girl, yet he went home with her. Second, how can she trust him so easily, but when it comes to me she's quick to tell me off or walk away? I don't understand, but I really want to talk to her. I want to take her out to lunch so we can talk about things, but I know if I ask she'll say no. I want to ask Chris, but if he's feeling her he's gonna tell me no too. I don't know if they went to his place or hers, but I guess I'll check his place.

I woke up early this morning and already got dressed, so I just grabbed my phone and keys and left. 

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Time: 10:57

Location: Chris' place

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♛ M I C H A E L ♛

I pulled up behind Chris' car and shut mine off. I got out and walked up to his front door, ringing the doorbell repeatedly while banging on his door. A few seconds later, Chris opened the door with the look and smell of death.

"Nigga, what the fuck you doin' bangin' on my got damn door like you the mutha fuckin' police?!" Chris asked me as I walked past him.

"Where's Hathor? Is she here? Did y'all fuck?" He come over and sat down across from me rubbing his face.

"She's at her house, no, and almost," Chris said answering all my questions.

The thought of them almost fuckin' made me upset at the both of them. "What happened to y'all last night?" I asked trying not to sound angry.