His Soft Side (Tyler, The Creator)

Trxst Me

Tyla

Tyler dropped me back at mine and Earl's place after we spent the day together.

Honestly, when Tyler's not around his friends he's a whole different person.

It's like I get this side of him that no one else does and I kinda like it.

I go inside to find Earl.

"Thebs?" I call.

"Ty?" I can hear him upstairs.

He's in his room sitting on his bed scrolling through his phone in his big ass grey hoodie.

"Can we talk?" I ask him.

"Not about Tyler" He says.

"Thebe.. "

"Save it T, I don't wanna talk about it."

I sigh. "I just wanna make sure we're on the same page" I tell him.

"We ain't even on the same book right now" he says. He's always been a dramatic ass nigga.

"What you mean" I say, acting oblivious.

"Fuck I don't know. We just ain't never been this way"

"What way?"

"You know what I mean T"

I shrug. I know exactly what he means but I'm tryna get to him.

"We've just always seen eye to eye. And I hate it to be Tyler of all people that fucks that up" He spills.

"He's not doing anything, you're the one that's getting all weird about it" I tell him.

"Can you just trust me? Just this one time?" He says.

"I always have. But you know I can make my own decisions." I tell him.

"Look...Tyler...He's not always gonna be this way..I just wanna protect you" He says.

This made my stomach sink. It was like there was something he wasn't telling me. It made me feel weird.

"Please just tell me what you mean Thebe. I can't understand you if you don't tell me everything, I feel like there's some shit you're holding back from me"

Thebe looks at the ground for a while. He clears his throat. "Shit Ty..." He starts.

"Tyler... he has this... problem I guess you could call it."

"Problem?"

"Yeah.. well he snaps sometimes.. he gets like, violent"

My heart sank.

"Like he gets set off by something and it's like a trigger. He's hurt people before. I didn't wanna have to tell you this shit Ty.."

Before he could finish I left. I didn't wanna hear anymore.

The worst part was, I didn't even know if it was true or if Earl just really didn't want me fucking with Tyler.

Ima walk to Tyler's place. Ima tell him and see what he says about it all.

I throw on one of Earl's old hoodies and my yeezy's and put my earphones in and start walking.

When I get there, I immediately wish I hadn't left Earl's at all.

My palms began to sweat and my heart raced. I pull my earphones out.

Surely that wasn't Tyler right over there in his front yard relentlessly kicking at a passed out body.