Filled With Pain ©

TwentySix

I know alot of yous don't want her to go, or you would want it from when she first reached USA. So im gonna do small flashbacks depending on what the chapters on

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Twenty-Six.

Years later.

I heard footsteps as I placed breakfast on the table. Arms wrapped around my waist.

“Morning.” I said with a smile.

“How you doing baby girl?” Tristan said while kissing me.

“I’m fine. Here have your breakfast.” I said.

“So you aint gon’ ask me how I’m doing? That’s cool son.” Tristan said while sitting down and eating.

“Who’s your son? Son!” I said.

“Miss Rocky, talking the talk huh?” Tristan said.

“Course, you should know that by now.” I smirked as he pulled me down for a kiss.

We carried on until we heard.

 “Oh my GOSH! Get a room for f*ck sake.” Emelia said.

Tristan pushed me off of him.

“Come correct, swearing in my house.” Tristan said.

She went silent and grabbed her food.

Tristan and Emi were forever arguing,

“Aite well...I’m gon’ go check up on my baby. Make sure ya’ll don’t fight aite?” I said

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“Asten! Asten. Open...” I said while doing some sign language.

He clapped his hands together before opening his mouth. I fed him all his food and walked into the living room with him in my arms.

“You gon’ take me to the sign language classes with Asten?”  I asked.

“Argh, nah. I can’t take ya’ll today. I’ve got a business meeting in a bit. Pops is getting Chris Breezy down.” Tristan said. His dad co-owned a studio. MARS. Memphitz Always Recording Stevens. 

Tristan was also a dancer. Music video dancer as well as a big choreographer.

 “Oh aite...Get Emi an autograph yeah? I’m off to class with Ast’ and then work.” I kissed him before leaving.

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“Chyna, dang girl your hair needs blessing! Blessings” I said as I ate my sandwich.

“Ay how you gon’ play me like that Rocky? Ashley’s gone on a road trip. So I can’t touch up my roots.”

“Too bad. It’s my birthday soon what you getting me?”  I said while putting my feet up on my desk in my office.

“Oh uhm...birthdays. Dang, err well uhm, my love! I love you Rockelle.” Chyna said.

“Oh please...”

“I’m gon come to your crib later on tonight...wait is Ramel still here or has he left?” Chyna asked. She had a thing for Ramel even though he was married.

“He left last night.” I stated while picking up my phone and reading my text.

Ayo Boo,