His Soft Side (Tyler, The Creator)

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Tyler

"Tyler! What happened man you aight?"

I want to kill him.

"Tyler??"

I want to wrap my hands around his neck and choke him.

"T? Man?"

I turn around.

I wanna watch him struggle to breathe.

"What the fuck do you want?" I respond a little to loud.

Earl takes a step back.

"Jus came to see if you were aite man you seem angry.." He starts. He looks at me for a second then backs up a little more. "..ima let you cool off man" He says.

I must've snapped. He was worried i'd hurt him. He's probably right.

Man, fuck rocky. This nigga was supposed to be my friend.

I want to snap his fucking neck.

I should've known it was a bad fucking idea to invite him. Sus ass nigga.

Fucking kill him T

I ball up my fist and punch the brick wall.

Fuck.

I shake my bloodied hand but I'm not worried about the pain. I'm fucking angry.

I should go home.

No, slit his fucking throat and watch him bleed.

"Tyler" I hear Rocky behind me.

I clench my fist again.

"Nothing happened man, it ain't what it looked like I swear bro"

"FUCK OUTTA HERE, BITCH ASS, I DONT WANT TO HURT YOU" I yell at him.

Yes you do.

I was almost choking back tears. This was fucked up. I didn't want to look like some weak ass bitch. I turn away from him.

"Rocky, leave" I hear Earl call from a distance.

"Aight man. Ima let you relax a little. Tyla will explain I'm sure. It wasn't nothing T, I mean it" He says before leaving.

"Tyler??" This time it's Tyla's voice. I hear her footsteps inching closer.

"Leave" I grunt without even turning.

"Tyler."

"I said leave bitch"

"Can I just explain?"

Tell her if she so much as talks to that nigga again you'll run him over.

"I don't want to talk aight? The fuck is your problem?" I almost regret the aggressiveness of my tone. Almost.

Her voice gets softer, I know I hurt her.

No, she hurt you.

I start to cough, then I feel her hand rubbing my back.

"Tyler, can you just listen to me for a second?" She sounded teary. And a little drunk.

"I don't want to hear it, get the fuck away from me. I guess I coulda expected this shit from a nigga like Rocky but I didn't expect it from you Ty..I thought you was cool." I wanted her to know she hurt me.

"I love you" She says quietly.

That's when I snapped.

I don't know whether it was what she said or the tone of her voice when she told me she loved me but I know it started something inside me.

I turned around and walked right passed her.

"Tyler..?"

I keep walking.

Straight back into the house and up the goddamn stairs.

Knock him out.

I will.

I see Rocky from the corner of my eye near a doorway.

I walk right up to him and grab him by the neck.

"T..what the fuck man?" He spits.

A crowd of people are calling my name urging me to stop.

I ignore the fuck outta them.

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE" I yell as I push my fingers into his neck.

He starts to choke. I let go and punch him in the nose. He starts to bleed.

I feel someone pulling me off him, it's Earl. I push him hard.

"Tyler, you snapped man chill!" Earl pleads.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME" I yell back, punching Rocky one more time in the jaw.

He barely fights back.

Nothing stops me, until I hear Tyla's voice again.

"Tyler! Stop! Please!"

I lower my hand.

I look at Rocky, nose and mouth all bloody.

Fuck.

I immediately start to feel guilty.

Tyla has silent tears rolling down her face.

And once again, I've scared her. Like I always do. Maybe I love her too fucking much.

"I'm sorry" I say lowly, then get the fuck outta the room.

I rush back down the stairs passed the crowd of people and into my car.

I need to get to fuck out of here and calm the fuck down so I don't make any more shitty fucking decisions.