Inside out

Tyrell

TYRELL

Another stressful day was done. This late shoots have got to stop. My assistant needs to rearrange my schedule, placing my shootings earlier in the day. I leave the company tired and stressed, just to pose for a camera, trying to put back my stressed look and bring out the sexy. For someone I pay so much to make my life easier, I most certainly do no feel like my life is anything close to easy. My life is quite far from that to be honest.

I glanced at my watch, hoping it'll be early and at least I'll get a longer sleep time, but to my dismay it was almost midnight. I can't really say I was surprised by it anyways, I did know it was a late shoot.

I felt the car come to a stop and heard the doors get unlocked. I wasted no time leaving the car and going into my house. My home. As I walked into the living room, I didn't see Chanelle. Thank God and all the saints in heaven, the one time she actually listens to me and not wait up.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed an apple out of the fruit tray. I didn't really eat much and whenever I did, it was just me stuffing myself up with fruits and veggies. I've always loved to eat healthy and do a lot of exercises. I was kind of known for my body, so keeping it in check was something I had to do.

I didn't really take time with the apple though. I started going upstairs when I was done with it. I got to the room and turned the knob gently so I wouldn't get Chanelle awoken. I got the door wide enough for me to get in, then I saw her sitting on the bed and her attention drawn to me.

"Hey," I heard myself say to her. Between you and me, she kind of scares me, especially when she has that fiery look in her eyes like she did right now. She didn't say anything and I just watched that fire in her eyes burn out, then I knew it was safe to speak again. "Why are you still up? I said not to wait up for me." I hope that was not too harsh. The last thing I want is Chanelle D'light Ryder yelling at me.

She shook her head as in to say 'it's nothing' or something like that. I could feel she had a lot she wanted to say to me, but she didn't and honestly I don't think tonight was the best time for that. I just wanted to get in that bed and rest for the night.

After a hot shower, I got ready for bed and dove right in next to Chanelle. The warmth of my bed and having her lay next to me was quite satisfying.

***
My eyes came open when I noticed the brightness that shone slightly through the curtains. The lights weren't blinding at all, I just always got up really early before Chanelle. I looked over to the to my phone which laid on the bedside drawer. It was almost 7am. I got up immediately and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. I usually get up by 6:30am, but I missed that. I overslept.

I was done with my bathroom business before I got into the closet to get ready. I swiped on my Daytona watch, it was 7:20am already. How great..

I tried my best not to wake Chanelle with my hasty movements. "You're leaving?" I heard her say. My plan to leave quietly failed as always.

I came out of the closet. "Yeah, I'm going to be late," I really hoped she'd have nothing more to ask because I didn't have any time to waste.

She rolled her eyes, probably tired of having to hear that lame excuse of mine I give everyday. "Is there any day you're not 'Going to be late'?" I sucked in a deep breath as I heard this.

I wished I knew what to tell her right now, because we've tried having this conversation and it never works out. "I have a lot of things on my plate," is what I said to her in the calmest way I possibly could. That's what I always said to her.

I could tell she was getting annoyed. Pissed even. "I'm sick of hearing that." She protested. "You say that every goddamn time." That came out in a low tone if you ask me. Pretty annoyed, but low.

I honestly didn't know what to say and I felt like anything I said at that moment would get her even more pissed. "Because it's true. I always have a tight schedule." I did have a lot.

The look of her face was of anger and a lot of despair. I bet she wonders why she even tried at this point. "Do I fit anywhere in that schedule of yours?" There goes that question I've always dreaded.