Garbage (A Tyler, The Creator Story)

Chapter 1

Tyler POV

"Fuck!" I yelled slamming my hands on the table.Someone most definitely cheated me out my money and I was going to find out who the fuck it was.

"Tyler whats wrong man?" Taco asked

"None of this shit is adding up. One of them niggas cheated me out my fucking money" I replied "Find out who was here last night"

I grabbed my varsity jacket and GOLF hat then I left. I honestly didnt want to make any drops tonight because of the missing money. So I stopped by my main bitch house, I had other girls to fuck with but DeMani was the only girl I took out.

DeMani had everything I looked for in a girl, she was a ride or die bitch and thats what I needed. Especially out here with niggas stealing and snitching on you.

"Open the door!" I bammed on DeMani's door.

"Aight damn" she yelled opening It. You would think DeMani would look like one of those ghetto girls from Compton but she looked like a black girl from Beverly Hills.

"Who you talking to like that?" I asked pushing her into the wall.

"You" she smiled. I couldn't help but kiss her.

"Where my daughter at?" I asked

"In her room" she says we both walked up to her room. She was asleep. Mani had lil Tyla around 2011 , when I first started dealing, the things that I do is for her. All for her.

"She looks just like you" DeMani picked her up and gave her to me. I knew that was a damn lie, look at me. DeMani went to the kitchen and fixed Tyla a bottle, of course her daddy fed her.

"Aight Daddy loves you" I kissed Tyla on the forehead.

"Tyler where are you going?" DeMani asked

"Handle my business thats where" I replied yanking her over to me. She wrapped her around my waist and squeezed me

"Tyler please be careful" she says standing on her tippy toes.

"Okay" I kissed her on the lips and left.