Tyler opened the door as he walked into his place. I walked behind him and watched him curse under his breath as he looked down at his bruised hand.
I followed him to the kitchen, where he turned on the faucet and ran it under water.
I leaned by the door frame. I was hesitant to help him.
He noticed I was standing there and replied.
"There's clean clothes upstairs. You can go shower if you want."
I nodded as I made my way up to the stairs, it took a bit to get to the second floor. I stopped in my tracks as I realized how many rooms there was.
I skimmed by the hall, they all seemed like empty guest rooms until I got to the master bedroom. Tyler's room had a huge record collection with splashes of color throughout it. I was taken aback since I had envisioned a dark room from the start. The walls were a forest green with paintings all over them. They looked expensive too. There was a large shelf by his bed that had all sorts of collectibles. I went into his walk in closet; it smelled like the french cologne he always wore.
I picked out one of his shirts and some boxers from one of the drawers.
I stopped in my tracks as I noticed a picture frame with an older woman and a younger girl in it. My fingers trailed the glass frame before I set it down. They looked familiar; like I had seen the same people in a different picture downstairs somewhere. I thought about it before setting it back down.
I made my way into the bathroom as I prepared the hot shower.
I noticed all the details in the bathroom; from the decorative interior, to the authentic marble vanity and sink. I could only imagine how much it was worth.
When the water was hot enough, I slipped out of my dress as I made my way in.
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I wrapped my hair into the towel as I slipped on the boxers and shirt. I looked through a drawer on the bottom of the sink cabinet and a first aid kit appeared.
I grabbed it, hoping Tyler would let me bandage up his hand.
I opened the bathroom door, Tyler looking up from his phone on the bed.
"Is it hurting still?" I sat by him.
"Nah, just pulsing a little."
I took his hand as I inspected it, it was rougher than mine.
"Why do you do shit like that?" I opened an alcohol packet with my teeth.
"You were drunk. Who knows what that nigga would've done to you."
I wiped his knuckle with the pad as he winced a little.
"I can take care of myself. I don't need you stalking me all the time." I set a stern tone.
I began to wrap the bandage around his hand.
"I can't help it."
I could feel his glare as I smoothed out the edges around the band, making sure it was secure enough.
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Closer: Tyler, The Creator
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] On her way to her new job, Nadine encounters someone mysterious. He's involved with everything she's not-corruption, guns, drugs, and the rich white business men that he supplies. Nadine becomes intrigued by everything and anything he do...