What's the problem?

900 44 6
                                    

Desiree~ Ty? I heard the door close. Ty hasn't been home since I came from the hospital. I haven't gotten any calls,texts or anything. He walked in the room and I rolled my eyes and kept watching girl code. He turned the tv off. What the fuck are you doing? "Oh you were watching that?" No nigga I was staring at the wall. Turn it back on! "Woah watch your tone." Fuck you mean watch your tone? You haven't been home for two weeks and you haven't returned my calls or text fuck outta hea. " I do what I want, I go where I want B. I'm a grown ass man. You're in my house! I pay these bills! So don't question me about where the fuck i've been aight?! You drive my car ma!" Yo who the-- okay Ty. I threw on sweatpants a tank top, my adida sandals and started heading for the door. "Where you going? "This is your house right? Okay im leaving. I'm driving MY car so you don't have to complain about me using your shit ! "Nah nah ya not going anywhere you're staying here." He blocked the door. Michael get the hell out of my way! "Or what?" TYGA MOVE! He pushed me on the floor and I banged my head on the table. "Baby i'm so sorry! I was out drinking and-" I grabbed the vase on the table and threw it at him. I CAN'T STAND YOU MICHAEL! I HATE YOU.

Ty~ "I CAN'T STAND YOU MICHAEL! I HATE YOU." Those last three words hit me.

Forever (Tyga love story)Where stories live. Discover now