Between The Lines (Tyga Love Story)

6. Where Did He Go

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Where Did He Go - Keri Hilson

~ Tyga ~

I woke up, shaking my head. My head was banging, and I didn't know where the hell I was. I blinked a couple times, wiping my eyes, and seeing Dawn tip-toe to her side table. She was holding a tray of food. I was grateful that I had her at the moment, I had a bad ass hangover. I sat up.

"Hey," I said stretching out my arms a little bit, which made my head ache hurt more. "What happened last night?" I asked, as she put the tray down next to her lamp on the night stand.

"You were drunk out of your mind. And we left the party early. And you ended up at my window at like 12:30, apologizing in the rain. So, after that, I felt bad and took you inside and put you to sleep."

"You fucked me to sleep?!" I asked, getting excited. She made her usual stale face, and I realized that we didn't fuck. Which was okay with me, cause I want to be as sober as possible when that happens.

"No, fat head." She said shaking her head and rolling her eyes. "I put you to sleep, as in I put you in the bed, tucked you in, and you K.O'ed."

"Why the attitude, though?" I said getting aggrivated that she was rolling her eyes at me whenever I said something or even moved a little.

"I'm still mad that you bought me to that party yesterday, knowing that all you would do was neglect me, and get drunk," She sat down on her desk seat. I shook my head.

"I didn't neglect you, Dee. You was being a sour puss. You never acted like a party pooper before, but yesterday? Yesterday you was THE party pooper of all time. I wasn't gunna let you ruin my fun," I shrugged. Her eyes narrowed at me as she stood up. I got prepared for her to start yelling at me.

"Ruin your fun?" She asked. "I ruined your fun?" She asked pointing to herself. "Okay, I'm sorry. I will make sure that next time there's a party, I won't go to it, so that I don't mess up your fun. 'Kay?"

"Why the fuck you taking shit so serious?" I stood up, and my head started beating harder, but I ignored it.

"I'm not taking shit serious, Michael!" She stepped closer to me so that we were face-to-face. "Get the fuck out of here." She said the last part so blunt, that it was hard for me to keep my composure. That's one thing that I hated that about her; how she can say something so simple, but make it feel like I been stabbed in the chest a thousand times. So, I took my jacket off the floor, and left. I wasn't going to deal with that shit like I usually do. She always expects me to get on my knees and beg for forgiveness, especially after acting like she controls me. I walked down the stairs knowing that her parents were most likely at work by this time, and found out that I was right. I got to the door, opened it, and slammed it shut behind me, not looking back.

~ Dawn ~

The fact that he isn't picking his phone up and it's been two weeks already has got me on edge. I'm not the type of person that apologizes so "I'm sorry" was the last thing that I would leave in his voicemail. Yeah, I know that's really stubborn, but he should've thought twice before saying the things he did as if they weren't going to make me mad.

"Baby, dinner's ready," My mom said poking her head into my room, as I sat on my bed trying to reach Michael.

"Not hungry," I replied not even looking up.

"You okay?" She asked opening the door a little more. I nodded my head.

"Perfect."

"Okay, just know that you can talk to me whenever you feel like it."

"Yeah, I know, ma," She slid back out the room, closing the door behind her. I laid back in bed and out of nowhere, I felt tears slide down my face. I didn't cry not once in the past two weeks since he left. But, in the six years that I've known Michael, two weeks is the longest I've gone without seeing his face. I turned back over to lay on my stomache, and burried my head in my pillow. It made me cry even more knowing that I'm not the type of person to cry over things like this. Yeah, I had boyfriends before, but even a break up didn't phase me. Michael didn't even break up with me ... yet, and i was still crying. It was in that moment that I realized I need to put my guard down.

I mean, Michael always put his tough exterior away when he was around me. To everyone else, Michael was a womanizer, thug, and whatever else people thought he was. But to me, he was more than all of that because he never held back his true feelings from me. I needed Michael. And I was going to apologize to him to prove that I mean everything that I say.

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A/N: Thanks for reading, y'all! :) I will update really soon since I left for like 5 days with no warning. Oh, and read -----> Love Games by KhadijahRaymond <------- It's a realllll gucci story. So, check it out. You won't be disappointed. But, other than that, I think I'm done with this note part of this chapter. Leave comments about how you feel, and vote! Shankss. *Chucks Up Deuces*

~ Diamond Life ~