So, I had a new look. I had blue and orange cornrows. One day, my mom called me and she want me to come down back to Atlanta to talk about something. I went there to the house and she show me papers. It turns out that Alexander has been embezzling money from Wreck-It from the beginning.
"These invoices haven't been paid. They're two or three years outdated. These are cancelled checks. They are all bounced. And these are past dues. Ly, Alexander took advantage of you. On us. I know it's a lot, but you had to know the truth someday. Now you do." Katherine explained.
"Liam tried to warn me about this. And I didn't listen. I've been fucking up for a long time. We trusted him, ma." I said as I was angry about Alex stealing money from me and my mother.
"Don't. Don't." Katherine said.
"A real long time." I said.
"Ly..." Katherine said.
"FUCK!" I screamed in anger as I wiped the papers and checks off the table.
The next day, I flew to New York, to Alexander's penthouse and I brought the papers with me to have a talk. I walked in and he was in the kitchen.
"Hey, man. Where you been? I've been calling you all day." Alexander said.
"Sit down, Alex." I said.
"What is this all about? Janey? Did she even go to college? That's not fucking smart about this." Alexander said.
"Sit down, Alex." I said as he took a seat and I laid the papers down on the table.
"This isn't about Janey, Alex. It's about you and you need to stop acting like you ain't even done nothing wrong!" I said.
"Okay, okay. I know you're upset. I understand, but I'm asking you, take a breath. I'm gonna look at the paperwork..." Liam said.
"And you can stop giving me advice, as of now! Here's what gonna happened. I'm gonna get the Wreck-It-Crew back together and you ain't gonna have nothing to do with it this time." I exclaimed.
"How can you say something like that? What the hell going on with you, man? I know what's good for. I know what's good for Wreck-It. And we have worked up a trust. After years of hard work and trusted our foundation, Ly. I don't give a shit." Alexander said.
"Trust is a motherfucker." I said, as I pointed my finger at him.
"Oh is it? Let me ask you something, Ly. If what I'm doing is legal? How come I never been sued, huh? If I'm a fucking thief, a liar, a son of bitch? How come nobody come to collect? Because this is business. And this is how it works and it's not always pretty? No. Do I cover my own ass? Do I cover my own end? Yes I do! But don't dare fucking tell me, that I haven't taking care of you. Don't you fucking tell me that I have not have your back from day one. Day one! When you was a 17 year old kid." Alexander said as his voice cracked.
"Is this taking care of me?" I said.
"Are you fucking kidding me? It's taking care of the whole fucking thing. Like I said, it's business! And this is how it works. Have I covered my own end. Do I covered my ass? Absolutely, but don't you dare fucking tell me, that I haven't taken care of you." Alexander said.
"This is business, too?" I said as I pointed out the papers.
"For the last time, this is business. This is how fucked up it can get. But I didn't start this. I didn't fucked it up. You did!" Alexander said.
"No you did." I said, as Alexander laughed.
"Me? How? I mean. How can I fucked it up. Like you nearly fucked up your own career. The riots, the murder, the felony charges and not to mention the drug abuse. And if it wasn't for me, you would still be a broke nigga in Atlanta. Killing niggas in the streets or being in jail for life. Or maybe being a crackhead for the rest of your life." Alexander said.
"You're fired, Alex and tell Paul, I'm out." I said as I got up and carried the papers with me.
"Oh god, Ly. This isn't how we do things. This isn't like you. This is not you. Ly! This is important company. Ly! I'm not gonna let you fuck this up, again! Not again! Ly! God damnit, Lysander!" Alexander yelled out the door.
I went on Instagram and warned people that record labels and people in the industry can use you. I terminated my deal with Def Jam.
"I am no longer a signed artist at Def Jam, I'm tired of this shit. I never felt so stupid in my life. Fame can be the devil." I posted on Instagram.
Paul still suggested that I'm still sign to Def Jam. TMZ release a leak phone call of Paul and me on the phone saying,
"You ain't done. Not yet. Maxx Misfit and Def Jam are one of the same you can just leave." Paul said on the voicemail.
"I'm doing my own thing, Paul. I'm getting Wreck-It-Records back and I'm going to get a new record at Epic Records. And starting fresh. It's time." I said on the voicemail.
"You know what, you are one stupid motherfucker. You gonna walk away all this money? The deal you signed. Everything you create is mine." Paul said on the voicemail.
"I don't care. Do what the fuck you gotta do. You can have the money. The masters. You can't put a piece of price of mine. I'm out." I said, as I hang up the phone.
I called Skullboy on the phone to get this right again, with the Wreck-It-Crew. Skull answered my call for the first time in awhile.
"Hello?" Skullboy said on the phone.
"What up, Skull?" I said on the phone.
"Who this?" Skullboy said.
"Lysander." I said.
"Ly?" Skullboy said.
"What's up?" Skullboy said.
"You know me, man. Killing all these pussy. What about you?" I asked.
"Making tracks for my debut. I just signed a $6 million deal at Interscope. I heard what happened with you and Def Jam. I'm gonna try to be extra careful with these record label people." Skullboy said.
"You better. You never know when you make a deal with the devil. But I heard that joint you did with Smokepurpp. That shit was crazy." I said.
"Thanks, man. I appreciated. Good looking out, man." Skullboy said.
"Look, Skull, I know you busy, but um.. I talk to Liam and we talk about a possibilities." I said.
"Possibilities?" Skullboy said.
"Yeah, without Alex, type of fucking shit." I said.
"It's about damn time. I know you been through a lot of shit, lately. I mean, I'm not proud of all the shit I did, either. " Skullboy said.
"So what you think, man? You wanna get the crew back together? What you think? For Palace. I'm sure that what he wanted." I said.
"Yeah, Ly. Let's do it." Skullboy said
"Hell yeah! I'll let you know when the rest of the guys are ready to comeback. Lay down some tracks." I said.
"AIGHT. Good to hear from you again, bro." Skullboy said.
"Later." I said as I hang up the phone.
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Lysander
FanfictionA coming of age story, Lysander Cornelius Cawthorn, is a young man who been born and raised in Lawrenceville, Georgia. His mother, Katherine gave birth to him when she was 17 years old. Both of them had a troubled and struggling life. As a young tee...
