Tyga POV.
Fuck. Fuck.
My head felt like a fucking boulder feel on me.
I hadn't got this fucked up since before me and Kylie got together.
I needed it. Who the fuck she think she is telling me my daughter don't need me.
She's a fucking bitch. Or am I being a bitch for thinking she's a bitch?
I love that girl with everything I got. I've given up so much for her, how the fuck can she say I should've left? I haven't done shit to her but give myself to her, support her, love her, and do whatever she asks me to.
Everytime she broke down, it was me who was there. Everytime her family was on some fucked up shit and made her mad, I was there.
When her own fucking father decided he wanted to be a woman ain't nobody give a fuck how Kylie felt - not one of her stupid ass friends or sisters bothered to see how Kylie was doing except ME .
She knows how to put up a front like she's perfectly fine because she don't want people to see her sweat but the only mothafucka who really knows how she feel is me. And even she knows that.
I don't understand how a fucking piece of paper would change any of that? All the shit we've been through gone for what?
Fuck marriage.
Fuck even is marriage? Me and Kylie have a kid, two kids, we happy, we love each other. Fuck is a piece of paper when we have all that?
When Kylie told me she was pregnant my only focus was us. Our family. I put my career on hold, stop touring, stopped smoking, drinking all for her.
How the fuck is that not just as much commitment as getting married?
Whatever.
My phone was going off, more than it usually does. I excepted it to be 1000 calls from Kylie but it was more than that. My manager was texting me non stop and so were my friends.
I didn't know what the fuck was going on so I just shut off my phone.
I felt like a dick for talking to Kylie like that. Even tho she said what she did I know how sensitive she is ,I know she probably took what I said to heart. That's still my ace and the mother of my children.
I waited until my head stopped throbbing to drive home.
As soon as I was on the road I couldn't stop thinking about what to say to her.
Talking to her while she's mad is like playing with fire.
On my way home I stopped at a gas station to fill up just incase Kylie go crazy and I need to leave again.
As I'm pumping gas there's an unusual amount of bitch ass paps crowding my car.
"Tyga!! Did Kylie really get abortions? "
"Yeah Tyga how many did she get?!"
"Is she really bi polar!? "
"Tyga over here! "
That shit set me off. The fuck were they talking about.
I ignored them but my blood was boiling. All I know is that they said some shit about Instagram.
As soon as I started driving I went on my page and almost crashed into the car in front of me.
I pulled over and waited ten minutes to soak in how dumb I am, read the comments dragging both me and Kylie, and finally read my texts.
I'm an idiot.
I felt like shit.
She's wrong for what she did, but this was really fucked.
I didn't know what to do so I called Heather.Heather and Kylie are practically sisters.
" Nigga you got some nerve to -"
"Man relax, I know. Fuck am I supposed to do now? "
"Nigga you lucky she ain't tryna leave yo dumb ass, you better delete that dumb shit and fight for yo relationship! "
"She not tryna leave?"
She really my ride or die.
"She's worried sick about you dumb ass. You know what - I gotta call her and tell her you called."
"Nah don't say anything I - "
"Are you crazy? You leave your girlfriend and two kids for 24 hours without answering calls AND you made that shit public when you posted it on Instagram. Fuck outta here I'm calling her! "
"No. I'll call her. "
Fuck.
"Well then fuck are you doing talking to me? GO NIGGA. BYE. "
I can't call her, not now.
I don't know what to say. Fuck.
I blocked my number and called.
It rang once and she answered.
"Hello? Hello...? T? "
"Yeah."
She started crying like I just rose from a grave. She's so damn dramatic.
"Where are you? What the fuck T you can't just disappear and leave me and the kids while you go off doing God knows what, what the fuck T, you need to come home and, and, and."
She was sniffling and crying on the phone and I couldn't understand her.
"I'm on my way home. "
I hung up. Even tho I knew I was wrong she was wrong too. And she needed to know it.
I pulled up in the driveway and walked in.
Sorry this chapter was kind of short. 😕 Next chapter will be better!
