A Hustlers Prayer: Tyga Love Story

A Huslters Prayer- Loud Silence.

[Nique]

These passed few days I've been sitting in this room. I won't let ty come in and I haven't eaten. When I try and sleep I keep seeing Nice's face and the countless men he let come take advantage of me. I feel like I'm going crazy because most of the time I really believe I hear him yelling my name and I just want everything to stop.

"Nique!" I heard Ty's voice yell from behind the door.

I jumped then began rocking back and fourth. I knew it was Ty but the imagines in my head kept flashing back to Nice and the water works began to slid down my face.

"Please no. I'm sorry." I muttered to myself.

Everything went quiet so I assumed Ty had left. I slowly crept to the door and cracked it open to a quiet house. I came out slowly then walked to the kitchen. I didn't have an appetite so I randomly rummaged through the fridge looking for nothing in particular.

Sitting in the middle of the kitchen with a knife twirling in my hands and tears sliding down my face. If I just get some peace and quiet maybe I'll be happy. But the ringing of the door bell shook me out of my thoughts, I put the knife on the counter and went to the door while wiping my face.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Open the damn door nigga and stop playing."

I knew that voice anywhere. I snatched open the door to see Chris standing there with that bitch Sydney on his arm.

"The fuck is you doing here?" Chris asked pushing me aside and entering the house.

Sydney and I stared each other down as she followed Chris into the living room

"Where Ty at?"

I shrugged.

"What I wanna know is why the fuck you're in my best friends ex boyfriend house." Sydney shouted.

"Syd calm down." Chris kissed her neck as he held her from behind.

I couldn't help but think how I was suppose to be in his arms and the one he's suppose to be kissing.

"Hell nah, this bitch out here being a hoe and what not and the bitch not even pregnant no more." Sydney giggled. "What bitch did you get an abortion because you don't know who yo' baby father's was?"

I took everything Sydney said without so much as blinking and from the concerned look on Chris' face I knew he wanted to apologize but his punk ass didn't say shit.

"Are you done?" I asked Sydney.

"HELL NAH, AND IF YO--." Sydney started to yell but was cut off abruptly by Chris throwing his hand over her mouth.

She started mumbling stuff threw his hand but I had tuned both of them and started to let Sydney's words sink in. Was I really that bad of person that God himself got pleasure outta watching me suffer.

"GO!" I shouted to both of them then shoves them out the door, closing it behind them.

I slid down the door with hot tears running down my face. I picked myself back up and went into the kitchen to grab the knife I had previously and stared at the sharp point. I quickly grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down a note. I went into the guess room and got a chair along with a decorative scarf, I'm assuming was Aubri's.

I sat on true chair then began to slice open my skin with the knife. I watched the blood trickle down my wrist and onto the carpet. The stressing and worrying I had now vanished and I no longer heard the voices in my head. I was at peace.