Chapter 11
Two can play that game
Enjoy...
Skye:
Today after I got off work, Julian wanted me to come to his studio immediately because he had to "show me something". So, I did as he asked and zipped through to see what's up. When I pulled up, as usual paparazzi was snapping pictures and throwing out rude, false comments.
"SKye! SKye!!" Pap number 1 yelled, "I heard you guys are expecting!"
"That's false." I stated coldly and went inside the building.
I took the stairs instead of the elevator because I figured I needed to burn off that food I just ate. Maybe that's why they thought I was pregnant...
"Babeeee !" I screeched as I walked inside and jumped into his lap to greet him with a nice passionate kiss.
"Wassup" He said dryly. He took me off him and went into the booth to finish off a song and came back out.
"Um.. what's wrong?" I was frightened that something was about to happen to us so I sat on the couch.
"Nothing." He said simply then hit play on the mixers. "I made you a song, so listen"
I blushed, "Really?" I started nodding my head to the beat and felt my heart melt as soon as Chris, my time to time client voice came on.
"Yup." He replied then walked out.
As his verse came on, I instantly turned from a smile to a frown as I listened to what his verse was about... me.
"What is this song all about Julian?" I'm pissed off listening to it.
The song was about how he wasn't satisfied with my behavior in our relationship... some fucking nerve he had. I did a lot for him and he had the audacity to complain in a song about how he flirts with other girls and I get upset like it wasn't nothing.
After the song finishes, he cuts it off. "Some shit needs to change that's what it's about." He shook his head, " You stay tripping and throwing stupid ass fits over petty stuff that's not called for.
I feel tears well up in my eyes, " you cheat and I react on it."
"Shut the fuck up man" he yells startling me. "I don't and you know it... we both know it."
"You do!" I get up and walk towards the door. "Don't fucking act like my friends don't catch you with other women."
He slams the door and stands in front of it, " I also know your friends, who I've known for over 7 to 8 years wouldn't tell that lie on me cause they know how I feel about you."
"Yeah right.."
He shakes his head and pushes me out the way, "Get the fuck out"
"I'm not taking my ass no where" I cross my arms.
"Just what I suspected" He chuckles then grabs my purse and picks me up. "I want your trifling ass out my house"
I start crying, "Baby please, you don't mean that.. I- I'm sorry!"
"It's a little too late to apologize now.. we need a break."
When we get down stairs, he kicks me out the studio and locks the door, "Your shit is outside with the moving trucks when you get there." He turns away and shakes his head as if he's crying,
"Hit me when you learn how to trust me."
Langston:
Dear Uh.. Journal,
