" Quanna, get up. "
I groaned and rolled my eyes against the hard, wood, floor. Wait, floor?
I sat up, rubbing my eyes. I looked up to see my dad looking down at me.
" Why did you fall asleep on the floor? " He asked, helping me up.
" I don't know. " I'm lying, its because I can't see Chris. " I guess I was too tired to make it up the stairs. " I chuckled, trying to not be obvious.
" You couldn't even make it to the couch? Are you sure you didn't pass out? "
I nodded my head, not trusting my voice to let out a lie instead of the truth.
" Alright, go upstairs and lay down in your bed if you still wanna go to sleep. "
I nodded and ran upstairs to my room. I checked my phone to see hellions of texts and missed phone calls from Tyrone.
I look through them when I see a message from Chris. It said it was from last night.
I smiled, and opened it.
I love you. Don't forget that.
- Chris
My heart ached from that message but I still smiled when tears slipped down my face. I went to text him back but Tyrone called me again.
I sighed, then answered the phone. " Hello? "
" Why didn't you answer all my calls from last night? "
" I'm sorry Tyrone, I fell asleep. "
" Yeah, whatever. Don't miss anymore calls from me, understand? "
" Yeah, whatever. "
He sucked his teeth before letting out an aggravated sigh. " Be ready in a hour, and get dressed up. "
" For what? "
" Come to my meeting with me, I got to show you off. "
I swear I could see him smirking through the phone, and it pissed me off a little.
" Yeah yeah, whatever? What do you mean by dress up? does that involve a dress? "
" It's either a dress or a skirt. You're choice. "
" I ain't wearing none of that sh- "
" Look just be ready in an hour. "
I let out a tiny scream and hung up the phone. He makes me so mad sometimes. He's so fucking arrogant, ride, cocky, and demanding. It's like he makes me start my period early.
That's exactly what he is too, an extra period. except he's there all the time and not for four days.
I picked out my outfit ( Link will be in the comments and external. ) and got in the shower. I washed my hair, letting it curl up. I sat there thiking about my life, all they way back from when I was a little kid on the shoulders of my dad ata carnival.
Life was simple then. You didn't have to worry about everything; having designer clothes, the newest iPhone, having a boyfriend, losing your virginity, college, grades, LOVE. All you could do was have fun then. If you fell, you cried a little, got back up and had some more fun.
Why couldn't life be like that now? Why couldn't I break up with Tyrone, cry over it, then be with the person I truly love?
Life isn't always fair.
You don't always get everything you want in life.
If you wan't something, you have to go get it.
