Right My Wrongs ; A Bryson Tiller Story

Chapter 4 ⚜

|Bryson|

"Harley, where you put my phone," I yelled loud enough so she could hear me.

I heard her small feet pounding against the floor, until I saw her beautiful self.

"Umm its in my play room," she said as she grabbed my hand.

"You sure," I questioned, looking down on her.

"Yep, and I can't wait to show you what I did to it," she said, jumping up and down.

As soon as she said that, I hauled my ass upstairs and went to her play room. I looked on her table, and there it was.

"Harley, get up here," I yelled but not too loud.

She ran into the room smiling, I don't know why she think this funny cause now I have to get a new. Tonight stat, I'm not gone wait till tomorrow.

"It's not funny Harley. You just don't put whatever the hell you want on my phone. What the hell did you put on it anyway," I said trying to sound calm as possible.

I kneeled down to her level. "Um crayons, markers, paint, glue, cotton, cupcake, icing, and sticky candy," she said in a soft voice.

I got up and started to pace back and forth. Trying to calm myself, and remember that this is my daughter I'm talking to. But it wouldn't work.

"Harley, what the hell were you thinking man," I semi yelled.

"I sorry daddy," she stuttered.

I don't like yelling nor hitting Harley, but it's like the shit she do man. I gotta control myself and realize who I'm talking to. Once I get mad, I turn to a whole different person. A person that doesn't care what happened or the person who did it, that person just goes off even at a drop of a pen.

I sighed. "You wanna go out," I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Yes," she squealed.

"But first I have stop somewhere to get a new phone," I said as I grabbed her hand.

"Ooooo can I have that one on my table," She screamed.

"Yea, do whatever you want with it," I said, sarcastically.

•

|Tiana|

"No we going out Tae, you burned a simple meal. How can you burn chicken pasta? Man you even burned the sauce," I said, grabbing my keys.

"I just wanted to try," he said walking towards the door.

"Well how did that work out for ya," I said sarcastically.

He kissed his teeth and hopped in the car. I also missed messing with his goofy ass.

•

We arrived at an Italian restaurant in Beverly Hills. I wanted to take Dontae out somewhere nice, since it's his first night back in the real world.

"Why we at some fancy shit," he asked as we waited in line.

"Because I wanted to take you somewhere nice, can you appreciate that," I said, messing with him once again.

"Man, whatever. I do appreciate everything you doin' for me," he said.

"Then stop complaining and don't ask about anything," I said, then smiled.

"You keep fucking wit me Sis," he said, eyeing me.

The waiter greeted us, then sat us in a booth. She asked us what type of drinks we wanted, of course I ordered wine and Dontae ordered liquor. I didn't really want him to at first because he get a little to lit, but it's his first night so it's whatever. Another waiter sat someone else next to us in the booth, but I didn't look because I was focused on my brother's jail stories.

"But I worked out so much man, after I got threatened by that big ass nigga," Dontae said as he sipped on some Hennessy.

"Did you fight him," I asked, then gave him a look.

"Man no, his ass was scared afta' those three weeks. When I was walking towards him, his punk ass called me daddy. I almost beat his ass just for saying that," he said, and I started laughing.

The waiter came by and placed a drink on our table. Which is odd because none of us ordered a drink in the last 15 minutes.

"We didn't order a drink," I said, then chuckled.

"I know but he did," she said as she pointed to a man next to us.

Not just any man, it was Bryson.

"Really," I said and rolled my eyes.

"What I'm just being nice," he said, then lifted his eyes to Dontae.

Funny how he thinks I'm on a date. He only did that just to get my attention and what to cause a fucking fight? What is wrong with this man?

I laughed at his jealousy. "Or being petty," I said, shaking my head.

"Call it whateva you want," he said as he sipped his drink.

"Who dis you talking to T," Dontae questioned, looking Bryson up and down.

"I'm Bryson," he said, then fake smiled.

"Did I ask you, no. So shut the hell up," he said, raising his voice.

"Aye, watch yo mouth in front of my daughter," he said.

"Nig," Dontae said, until I cut him off.

"He's just a friend Dontae, and Bryson he's my brother Dontae. Now chill the both of you before I cuss both of y'all out," I snapped.

They both got quiet and started sipping their drinks. All I can say is the rest of the meal was quiet, even the ride home.

•

I walked out the bathroom and plopped on the bed, then closed my eyes. No noise. No bright lights. Just peaceful, the way I like it. Just as I was about to slip into my sleep zone, my phone ringed. Oh my fucking gosh, who ever this is betta be dying to the point they see a bright light.

"Yes yes yes yes," I said annoyingly.

"Sorry were you sleep T," he questioned.

I know this voice anywhere, Bryson.

"Nigga what, first you bother my brother and I outing, then you disrupt my slumber. Are you dying? Cause if you not, you will hear this click," I spat.

"Chill, I wanted to apologize. I'm sorry I didn't mean to, I just let the jealousy get ta me. I'll make it up to ya, the both of y'all," he said in a soft voice.

"I think you've done enough Bryson, bye," I said bluntly, then hung up.

I slammed my phone on the dresser, not too hard. I closed my eyes and began to think but not sleeping like I wanted to.

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I wrote this chapter last night, but I edited it this morning. Now here's the final draft.

Oop, I guess it petty season. No like for real in real life and in this book. ☕️

Anyways, I will write after school so expect a chapter tonight or expect a chapter in my other book "Crew Love".

I hope you enjoy this chapter 🔅

~6GodTillerr