Abel stood frustrated as he stared at his old blackberry and dialed Roses' number for the 15th time. He didn't care if she didn't want to talk to him , he just needed to hear her voice. It didn't help that her voicemail wasn't even set up. Its been two complete days since the incident and Rose never once came by the crappy apartment to get her things so Abel could beg and plead for her to stay. Abel flicked the nearly finished cigarette and ran his hands over his face. He was going to start touring House Of Balloons was kicking off but he didn't want the tour if Rose wouldn't be there to enjoy it with him. He was losing it his grip on reality it was slowly slipping and he was latching on to everything within his reach. He was having sex at least 4 times a day and it was always with another girl maybe he had AIDS or an STD but he didn't care he just needed someone to hold onto. Someone to scream his name and say how much they loved him. He knew his new hobby was dangerous and he knew how wicked of a game love could be, but he was going to play it anyway.
" Abel come back to bed..." The woman behind him purred. He nodded his head unsure of the girls name he just kept it simple put out the cigarette and followed the random groupie to the bedroom. She wanted Fame and he wanted her Body.
* * *
It took Rose the entire day but she finally found the kid who couldn't keep his mouth shut in the studio with Wiz Khalifa. She parked the rover and shook out her long red hair the fire in her eyes matched the color of her hair. She opened the door and made it no secret who she was here for. She was going to ruin this boys career.
" Whoa ma who are you?" Rose inclined her head to the guy of that question. He was tall and very skinny she knew who he was instantly. Only one weirdo had that retarted yellow patch sticking up in his all black hair-Which needed a very good line up. She smiled sarcastically and pointed to Chris who was in to much shock to say anything.
" Chris this your girl?" Before the blondie could even respond Rose quickly answered the question.
" Oh Hi, I'm Rose sorry to interrupt i just needed to tell Chris that i'm pregnant oh, and i've been diagnosed with genetile herphes." Rose smiled directly at Chris and quickly added " So you might want to get checked i heard you've been itching lately." Rose stood there as Chris quickly stood anger flaring just oozing out of him but Rose didn't care. Chris endangered her career this was only fair.
" I don't know what the fuck you're talking about Rose." Chris took two steps towards her but she never backed down instead she chuckled. She dug through her purse and pulled out ointment and threw it at Chris. He caught it with both hands.
" I'm going to tell you this once you dumbass. Don't ever fucking tell my buisness ever again i don't give a damn if i was shot down in an ally with a man trying to rape my half dead body don't call everyone you know about it got that dip shit? You're fucking with my career and I don't take that lightly. Keep my name out of your nasty ass mouth or it wont be herphes that you have to worry about." Rose was seething now and stood head to chest with Chris who was now as stiff as stone.She cocked her head up as soon as he cocked his head down and nodded in defeat. Ok he told a couple of people but what was he suppose to do the girl was having a damn seizure.
" So you have herphes and you fucked?" The bean pole with the blonde patch was still talking and for reason it aggrivated the hell out of Rose.
" No you dipshit we didn't fuck and i most definitely don't have herphes." As Rose strutted to the door she eyeballed Chris to make sure he got the message clearly and nodded his okay.
" Damn nigga she was on one." Wiz was rolling on the floor laughing his butt off.
" Hahaha yeah so funny-"
"Nigga she killed yo shit"
" Chevy shut the fuck up ok?" Chris was done he didn't need anymore head today he had got an ear full from Rose and didn't want to hear anything else.
" I'm out." Chris picked up his jacket and headed for the door.
" Oh look nigga we made him mad"
" So you're mad now?" Both Wiz and Chevy were still dying from laughter.
"Nigga don't leave your ointment."
" Fuck both yall gay assess." Chris stormed out the studio to still see Rose in the all black Range Rover arguing on her phone. He shook his head she was nothing but drama and sadly he wanted to be her drama. Before he could even make his way to the Rover she took off her beautiful hazel eyes hiding behind pitch black ray bans. It was as if she was hiding something and Chris wanted to know what she was hiding.
* * * *
Tyga sat at the kitchen island on a high stool chair and sighed. He was doing it again stressing over Rose and it wasn't healthy. Last time he almost got convicted of assault and battery and against her but of course he'd go back to her and make everything better like he always did. He threw the phone across from him hitting the wall hard. He sat deep in his thoughts so deep that he didnt even notice when Honey Pulled up a seat beside him.
" Ty what's wrong?" Honey Cocaine was Tyga's latest protege and she was recently signed to his label Last Kings. Of course she would ask what was wrong that was her bestfriend. Tyga pushed away from her and hopped off the stool and stared at her. The onyl thing was that it seemed he was staring through her.
" Ty if its her-"
"It doesn't matter because it doesn't concern you. Look im going to the studio Careless World is the only thing on my mind right now okay?" He was angry that much was obvious. She sighed and watched as he left the house. Honey was positive that he wasn't just going to the studio to make music. She looked up as she saw the door open and of course it was Rose. Honey observed her. Rose was only about 5'7 and had long Red hair no guess that it was a weave. She had style and an attitude Honey would give her that but Respect was what she wouldnt get.
" What are you doing to Tyga?" Rose stopped her red hair swinging as Rose turned around.
" I don't know I haven't seen him."
" Well you need to he's a mess he wont talk and everytime someone even mentions your name he snaps." Rose moved away from Honey and made her way upstairs. She knew what she was doing to him and it was for the best because if she accepted him and let him have her it wouldnt be pretty. It never was. As Rose entered Tyga's bedroom she felt the silk sheets and admired everythig she couldnt before. She counted how many pictures there were hanging up and she picked up the picture of her and him together. The same picture she smashed the last time she left. It was just in a different frame.
FLASHBACK
"No leave me alone!" Rose was shaking by now and Tyga was furious behind them was shattered glass that covered the floor. Tyga grabbed her one more time roughly pulling on her arm. She jerked to him.
"Rose stop!" But she wouldn't this was it she was done. Tyga had cheated on her for the last time and she was done. She spazzed and kicked at him only for him to kick her back. He punched her and she flew across the room ith a busted lip. The only woman he ever loved he just layed hands on . Rose layed there and maybe it was weeks or months before she woke up but she knew that if she woke up it wouldn't be the same.
END OF FLASHBACK
Rose put the picture back as tears welled her eyes she went into the bathroom and got cheange of clothes and for the last time made her way over to the dirty appartment she once called home. The ride wasn't long and when she got to the front door she knocked unsure. It felt like years before the door had openned to reveal a very disheveled Abel. He was leaning down head bent but his bloodshot eyes were unmissable. He slowly looked up and reached out only to touch the bottom of her red hair. Breathlessly they both said " Its Thursday."
A/N: OMG I'VE BEEN WAITING TO WRITE THIS DAMN CHAPTER FOREVER!!! IT'S JUST BEEN BUGGING THE HELL OUT OF ME LOL. VOTE READ & MESSAGE ME SOME CRAZY SHIT MWUAHHHA
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House of Balloons
Novela JuvenilRose was only 16 when she was thrown into the world of music an all the problems that came along with it. Abel who was 18 was a struggling artist who came from Canada and wouldn't sign with a label unless he could promote his own music. As two strug...
