For the Road (A Tyga Story)

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Time: 2:30 p.m.

Date: Saturday, November 2, 2013

Location: Michael's place

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♛ M I C H A E L ♛

I have never been so ashamed of myself. The things I did yesterday, the things I said, the most important person I hurt. I don't know what the fuck was running through my mind when I decided to be a dick, but I know it wasn't smart. I didn't mean to blow up at Hathor like that; I was just so angry that she didn't even wanna give us a chance. I have never given her a reason to think I was going to hurt her physically, emotionally, or mentally. Well I haven't until last night; I made Hathor a promise that I went back on the same night because my feelings were hurt. It's just that the anger that was coursing through my veins at the time was intense and uncontrollable. I wanted her to feel my pain, I wanted her to know how bad she crushed me, and I wanted her to know that she's missing out on something great. But in the end, it just blew up in my face. I ended up getting wasted, fucking Chyna, and losing Hathor, so I basically gained nothing from my childish ways. Then there's the fact that I called her a bitch when she is far from one. I never meant to call her that, and I damn sure didn't mean to bring Chyna back with the intentions of fucking her knowing Hathor was still at the house. That was low and I shouldn't have done that to her no matter how into my feelings I was.

I just know that Hathor is more than upset with me, and me being drunk won't be a valid excuse for her. I don't even know how I'm going to apologize for fucking up as bad as I did. My actions were unacceptable and since she's so stubborn, she may never forgive me. I wouldn't forgive my ass either, that was some petty disrespectful shit I pulled last night. I think the worse thing was bringing Chyna back with me knowing she and Chy have problems with each other. Everything probably would've been fine if Chyna had stayed her ass in New York, but I can't fully blame this on her either. I know she's been feeling abandoned ever since I started talking to Hathor, and I can understand how she feels that way. I didn't mean to push Chy to the side and ignore her, but Hathor is just so fascinating. When I first saw Chyna at the strip club, she looked so unhappy and I thought she was too beautiful to be working at a strip club. When I talked to her, her self-esteem and self-respect was low, and it seemed like she wanted to give up on life. I felt so bad and I fought with my inner self on whether or not I should help this girl or not. I decided to help her and I eventually fell in love with her, at least I thought I did. My true feelings were obscured by lust and I regularly told her I loved her knowing she was broken and that I didn't love her at all.

I looked over at Chyna, and she looked uneasy and stressed. I felt bad for using her last night, but she brought that on herself when she wore that tight ass dress and pushed her titties in my face. I got up, aware of my bangin headache, and slipped on some basketball shorts. I ambulated into my bathroom and took the Aleve that was in my medicine cabinet. I closed and locked the bathroom door, just in case Chyna decides to try and join me in the shower. I did the whole hygiene thing, and wrapped a towel tightly around my waist before I walked back into my room. Chyna was up, but I assured to discount her and went into my closet. I got dressed and walked over to the bed and sat down next to Chyna. We didn't say anything to each other, for me the situation was awkward, but she had a slight smile on her face like this is amusing.