Drug's Dealer (Tyga Story)

Chapter 3

Sapphire.

I woke up a few hours ago but I didn't get out of bed, I sat thinking. Tyga walked into the room.

He didn't even say good morning or anything, he went straight to what he wanted to tell me "Get ready, I've got something to tell you."

"What do you want to tell me?" I asked.

"Didn't I just tell you I was going to tell you?" He said while turning around to walk.

''I just asked a question." I mumbled quietly under my breath.

He looked back at me and I knew I wasn't quiet enough. He dragged me out of the bed then gripped me up onto the wall by my neck. "Why don't you repeat what you said so I can hear it loud and clear?"

"You're hurting me!" He just stared at me with no emotion. "I'm sorry Tyga." A tear slipped down my cheek automatically.

"You want to say something about me but you can't say it directly to me, you foul ass bitch, man I hate you. Go get ready before I do something and Chris ain't here to stop me." He threw a plain, white towel at me. "You can use my bathroom for today it's on your left, I'll bring clothes to you in a few minutes."

As soon as he turned around, I rolled my eyes then made my way to the bathroom. Once I got in I locked the door and admired the beautiful, massive bathroom.

There was a mirror opposite of me. My hair was really messy, so I put it into a quick bun on top of my head. That brought my features out more.

I started stripping while I stared at my reflection. I took my top off carefully because I didn't wanna hurt my neck. I was still in pain from when Tyga gripped my neck. I then took my jeans off. I unhooked my bra and my breasts spilled out. I slid out of my thongs.

I finally decided to get in the shower. I tried to turn on the shower but it wasn't turning on so I debated on calling Tyga.

"Tyga!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I didn't get a response. I waited for a couple of seconds and someone attempted to open the door but they couldn't access it, since the door was locked.

"What do you want?" Tyga asked from the other side of the door.

"How do you turn the shower on?"

"Open the door."

I wrapped the towel around myself then I opened the door. He walked up to the shower and he pulled a cord next to it. When he was done he started walking towards me. His eyes were on my body.

"What? How may I help you?" I asked. Scared was not even the word to describe the way I was feeling.

He grabbed me by my waist. I pushed him gently making him get angry. He threw the clothes that he had in his hands, which I'm guessing were for me to wear when I'm done showering, on the floor then walked out.

As soon as he walked out I locked the door then leaned on the back of the door. I breathed heavily for a while then I walked to the shower.

I put the water heat at my comfortable choice. I let the water run for a while before I went under it. The hot water felt so good against my skin. My tensed shoulders started relaxing.

I cleaned myself up and did all my hygiene stuff but I just stood there thinking about my dad, while the water hit my skin. I wonder where he is now or what he's doing.

My thoughts were interrupted after what seemed like twenty minutes and I got out of the shower, then I started drying my self with a towel.

I strapped myself into my black bra that I wore yesterday and wore the red tank top and black boxers that Tyga threw on the floor for me.

I unlocked the door then got out of the bathroom and brought the socks and the towel with me.

Tyga was sat on the bed with his head in his hands. When he looked up and seen me he stood up and took the towel out of my hand. He threw it in the corner.

"We need to talk."

"Talk then." I said while putting my socks on.

"From now on your going to live with me, your going to work for me too. I will pay you, you will get your own room and food but you can't leave this house without my permission, understand?"

He's either lying to me or I'm dreaming. I pinched myself hard and I looked at him, he was being serious.

"What do you want me to do over here? I have my own house!" I screamed.

"I won't tell you yet but you will cook, clean and count my money. You don't need to go to the trap house anymore. You will go out only when you need to and with my permission. You start at 8am and finish at 8pm. I want my breakfast ready by 10am, my lunch ready for 1.30pm, my snack ready for 5pm and my dinner ready for 7pm. The food you have cooked for me is yours too. If you need anything just ask. No further discussions."

"But-"

"I ain't gonna say it again, no further discussions. Now I'll show you to your room and I'll take you shopping later."

"Ok."

There was no point in arguing with him, because he would end up winning. It's not like he was going to let me go if I refused. It's amazing how one person can ruin your life.

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