Finding Our Way Back

Clarity

He called her. He physically picked his phone, dialed her number, and called. And he stuck around long enough to actually leave a voicemail.

"Hey, Kylie. It's me. Tyga. I know we haven't talked in forever, so this is probably weird. I just wanted you to know that I saw what happened and I'm sorry. You didn't deserve it. And I know the real you, so let this bullshit cloud your head. So yeah, I just wanted to let you know that. And I'm here if you want to talk about it. Or not. Whatever you feel like doing. That's all I wanted to say. I l..." Tyga had to stop himself from saying, "I love you," to Kylie. He was so used to doing it, it was a habit he'd have to break. "Have a nice night, Ky."

Kylie had listened to the voicemail at least 5 times in the past hour. She missed hearing his voice. It was soothing. It was a source of comfort. Too many times did Kylie call Tyga and demand that he talk her to sleep.

She was still in shock that he called her. And she was annoyed with herself for missing the call. She was too busy sleeping.

But on the other hand, she was glad she missed his call. How could she talk to him? What would she say to him? It was all too awkward, and she didn't know if she would able to handle a conversation with him.

But he left a window of opportunity open for her. He let her know that if she did want to talk, he'd be up for it. That was progress...right?

Kylie was startled by a loud bang on the side of her room. She jumped up in bed and noticed Victoria standing on her balcony. What the hell?

Victoria pushed open the door and entered Kylie's bedroom. "Get up."

"How in the hell did you get up here?"

Victoria took a deep breath. "I went to the garage, grabbed the ladder, climbed said ladder and ended up on your balcony. Thank God the door was unlocked. Now get up."

"Vic-"

"I get it, you've had a shitty week. But come on, I'm not tolerating this any longer. You've only left the house once and that was because I made you, you've locked yourself in here, you haven't eaten, you haven't showered, you aren't answering calls, and you aren't working."

"So get the hell up. Take a shower, wash your greasy ass hair, and put on something that's not sweatpants. I called your mom, and you're going to have lunch with her and your sisters."

"Greasy? Vic, I don't know who you think-"

"I'm not accepting any excuses or insults." Vic grabbed Kylie's duvet and pulled it off of her. "Get. Up."

Kylie stared Vic down and realized that this wasn't a battle she was going to win. She got up and huffed dramatically. "Fine!"

"Good!"

Victoria didn't care if Kylie huffed, puffed, and heavily sighed her ass all the way to the bathroom, as long as she actually did it. Mission accomplished.

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Kylie sat with her family members at their long table in Nobu, pushing her sushi around awkwardly on her plate. She didn't have much of an appetite, and her usually favorite food didn't seem that appealing to her.

She did have to admit the view of the beach was gorgeous. But Malibu was always gorgeous. And they had the entire outside deck to themselves. And this was one of the rare occasions that their film crew wasn't with them. Not that it mattered though because Kylie would've refused to film regardless.

Her sisters were going on about Kourtney and Scott's latest drama, but she wasn't listening to that repetitive conversation. She didn't care. She had her own fucked up life to worry about.