Big(Bryson Tiller Love Story)

chapter 3

Bryson

y'all think my life all rainbows and candy canes and shit but its not. Yes I can sing and I enjoy it but its a curse all at the same time. Father don't fuck wit me, mama dead and brother can't stand me.

Nate and I ain't Neva been close, our father been turning him against me since my mama died. My father think its my fault mama died because at the time she was giving birth to me and..... I don't even wanna get into all that.

So too soothe the pain and guilt I was feeling I turned to music. I taught myself everything I know and ever since then I've been on a come up.

I've gotten signed to a label and everything and nothing gonna stop me now, imma get out.

The honking of the horn snapped me out my thoughts, the light was red so I could walk.

Nate had a car but he refused to give me rides and my father told me to buy my own car. But I wasn't even mad though cause buying my own car was the plan.

The walk was long but eventually I made it to my house, I lived in a nice house in a nice neighborhood, that was the only good thing about living wit my father.

I walked in and dropped my bag at the door, Nate was sitting on the couch as usual.

"Bryson get in here!" Yelled my father from the kitchen

"Ard man" he was always yelling I swear.

I started to walk but then we all know Nate had to say something.

"Don't walk across the TV" he said

Nate had me bent, how else imma get to the kitchen.

"Then how imma get to the kitchen Nate" I said

"You better crawl, think of something. I mean you smart, those vocal cords aren't just for singing right"

I decided I had enough of Nates bullshit and walked across the TV, I'm 17 years old, fuck a Nate.

Nate threw the remote and stood up. He stood in front of the kitchen door so I couldn't get through.

"Get out my way Nate" I said I was getting real irritated.

"Or what you gonna hit me?" He said

"Yes I'm real close too" I said putting my fingers together

Then it felt like I got hit in the jaw wit a rock, I'm not gonna lie that hit hurt but it also did make me one mad motherfucker.

I hit Nate straight in the gut, he bent over grabbing his stomach. I hit him in the stomach again and he fell to the ground. I jumped on top of him and started landing punches to his face.

Blood started to spill from his nose.

"Fuck you Nate!" I yelled

"What the hell is going on in- Bryson get your ass off him" he yelled while grabbing at my shirt tryna get me off but I was still landing them hits.

The grabbing on my shirt stopped but then I felt another pair of hands landing hits to the back of my head and back.

I was real live getting jumped by my brother and father. My father got me off Nate and on the ground where he started hitting me in the face. Nate somehow came too and jumped in.

I started kicking and swinging arms and finally they got off me.

"Get the fuck out ya Lil evil bastard" my father yelled

"Oh so you gonna jump me?, ya son?" I said blood leaking from my lip.

"You ain't no son of mine" he said