I carried Kylie upstairs. I can tell by the expression on her face that's she's in pain. I take her to the master bedroom since the bed is more comfortable. I know the sheets are clean I personally made the bed up myself yesterday. I was planning on sleeping in there while Chyna is gone.
I went back downstairs to get my phone I have text from Tinashe. I texted her yesterday asking on her whereabouts. We haven't really spoken since the little scuffle at her apartment.
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I went to shortly after talking to Tinashe. I woke up Kylie was playing making breakfast with King I'm the kitchen. By the way she's walking I can tell she's still in pain. I called Tinashe to let her know I need her to watch king.
" Aye make a doctor appointment." I told Kylie walking into the kitchen.
" I don't need a doctor. I'm perfectly fine." She said lifting up her shirt showing her bruised back. I don't care what she says I'm taking her to the doctor.
Walk out the kitchen to call Heather and Trell to tell them I'm either gonna be showing up late today or not showing up at all.
" Michael I'm not going to the hospital. I'm fine." Kylie said sternly. I don't know who she thinks she's talking to but ima let this slide this one time.
" if you aren't going to go to the hospital at least go upstairs and lay back down." She goes back upstairs. I still invite Tinashe over so we can talk business. I need her back in the studio. When Tinashe arrives at my house with her bitch ass boyfriend. I don't know she brought him over. I thought they broke up. But I'm not gonna stress her situation. Ima let her make her own decisions. But the smart thing to do is leave the guy who hits you. But I understand it's difficult to leave a abusive relationship.
Kylie isn't heard from for the rest of the day. I go check on her and she's reading Chyna diary.
" Yo what iz you doin?" I asked startling her. She was reading one of Chyna's papers on her nightstand. I can't believe she would do something like this. Now feel like I got fire her ass. I thought as paced back and forth. I can have noise girl working for me.
" Before you get mad and over react your gonna want to read this." She said handing me the Paper . I snatched it from her.
Dear Tyga
if you're reading this you have been going through my shit. I told your ass stop doing that. Anyways I'm glad you areI always going through my things cuz I couldn't do this n person . ... These last two-three years have been good and bad. Mostly bad. I reached my limit I cannot do this anymore. I happy with myself, I need to find my purpose in life. So I'm leaving California and don't try to find me. Everything I told about my friend being dead was lie. I'll be back one day I just need time to figure things out.
After reading Chyna little letter I had so many emotions were going through my mind. I really want to punch her in fucking face. I told her to get an abortion. But she said no this is what she wanted and now she's gone. I'm alone raising our son. Shit she didn't even make it to his second birthday before she dipped. I want this to be a joke. Like Kylie wrote this to play with me. But analyzing the letter again and it's Chyna handwriting.
" King is in the bath. Can you take him out and get him ready for bed. I need some air." I asked Kylie as I was thinking about the bullshit ass letter.
" I can handle that with no problem." Kylie replied. I just walked out the room and straight to garage. I'm taking my motorcycle for an ride.
