I held a firm grip on the can of gold paint and began to move my wrist in swift upward motions repeatedly until one of the areas of my new piece was completed to my satisfaction. It had been in my head for days. Forming itself, putting its own pieces together. It took me about two hours to get it out on paper. It was a beautiful work of art. One of my favorites.
Al Green was blasting through my earphones. I always listened to music while I created something, it kept me from getting easily distracted, I flowed with the rhythm of the music and that was sure to get me through the entire process. I grinned as I finished up the last bit of it. I released a breath and stood back, removing the scarf that I used to avoid inhaling the fumes, from around my face and allowed the chilly fall day's fresh air to finally hit my face after two hours.
The longer I stared at it the more I fell in love with it. It felt like I had created it for a reason that remained unknown. Nonetheless its perfect, and I can feel myself becoming inspired again. I took a look to my left at some other artist's painting that had caught my eye when I got here. It was breathtaking..alluring. It was something surprisingly similar to what I had came here to paint today. I had to stop and marvel at it, like I did every other day with their art. Whoever 'Breezy' is, he is surely talented. I would have to keep my eye out for him or her. For as long as I've been coming here I have never seen who the spot beside mine belonged to. All I knew was that everyday I was here, another one of their stunning murals were too.
I decided to do something daring today and join my art with his. Though I'm most likely gonna get told off for crossing some lines doing so, who would I be not to take a risk? I'm an artist, its what I do on a daily basis.
"Simply beautiful.." I said to nothing in particular.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and snapped a quick picture of it. I then closed the camera application in my iPhone and glanced at the time. It read, 9:45AM. I had a solid 45 minutes to get to work. I bent over and hastily gathered all of the paint cans, tossing them into my duffel bag, then grabbed my backpack that contained my work clothes and cleared out from the alley.
"Be back later" i said to the walls as i strolled by them. All of a sudden having a strange gut feeling that today would be one to remember.
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Hell yeah I'm mad as hell at Chris but f***! They both.lost sight in themselves! I DON'T GIVE A f*** what they THINK they wanted! They are artist! This fame s*** is temporary and stupid! Art is what them f***ers love so dismiss the bulls***!
Thoughts...I had to read this at work just so I wouldn't be thinking about this all day...
Run it!
ps...Robyn or Rihanna whatever yall call that hoe...kill her off. If Kelly died it shouldnt be that hard to burn that b****.
Wow!..that was intense lol
RUN IT!!
an add as i posted my reply from the last add (YES!)
might as well enjoy that last time!! how do he possibly think sex of all things is gonna make her come back to him? lol he was just in bed with that b****!! i just hope they are able to at least co parent their baby...this totally sux for tyson...that feeling of putting your all in and getting s*** in return...tragic man...
run it!!
I think its ok if they take a break, cool off, come to terms with everything, but Tyson can not keep Chris from his child!!! Point blank period!! So I hope she doesn't think she's gonna do that just because they are ending. run it!!
f***in a**hole!!! im so mad at chris right now!! how could he??? this story is so realistic like im actually mad lol...whats next?? chris f***in up his relationship/family over a skanky ass trick that was trouble from jump!! smh...idk what else to say...im just in shock...
I sat in silence for the first time in a while. There was no soundtrack to help me cope, but strangely enough, I liked it that way. My thoughts were heard better this way. I ignored the phone calls from Chris and everyone else just wanting to be for myself for a while. I wasn't sure if I was in shock or not, it must've been shock, because all that was going through my mind was Chris on Robyn in the bed of a hotel.
I sighed and sipped my coke, looking out into the beautiful city, promising myself that I would never return to this place again.
Hard knocks on the door was what snapped me out of my head. I looked back at it annoyed and not in any mood to deal with whoever stood behind it, so I stayed put. The knocking became excessive and my eyes shut in defeat. I got up from my seat on the couch resting my glass on the table and walked over to the door not bothering to look into the peephole, pulling it wide open.
There stood Chris. I looked him in the eyes before my gaze lowered to his hand that was holding the crumpled up picture with a solid grip. I looked daringly back up into his eyes, desperately trying to find him in them.
"How did you find me?" I asked dully.
"Tray told me- Tyson just listen just here me out please!" I said nothing as he continued to speak with his hands on his chest. I moved to the side to let him in and closed the door slowly behind him. I stayed in front of the door watching him from behind until he spun to face me.
"After our argument on the phone and then the picture with you and dude I just, I don't know I snapped! I thought you were doin' s*** by spite! So, I went out to the club with everyone and I got smashed and I-" He cut himself of before throwing a sullen look my way. I returned a blank stare.
"Did you use protection?" I questioned angrily.
"Yes! Of course!" He yelled. I flapped my arm up in the air.
"Oh yeah that makes it okay!" I yelled.
"I f***ed up--"
"I f***ed up?! That's it? That's the big excuse?" I asked stepping forward. His face fell into surprise at me using the tone I was with him. I was steaming and ready to let him have it.
I was fed up.
"Are you f***ing kidding me!" I yelled. He hung his head down in shame.
"So because of the f***in' picture of me hanging out with a friend, you thought that going out and getting drunk and having sex with someone who wasn't me would justify all of this?!" I cursed.
"I wasn't thinkin--"
"He was reaching for the leash!!" I wailed.
"I opened up to you! After Kelly died I trusted you! I gave you everything! Everything!! And you f***in' threw it all away over one stupid ass assumption, because your pride got the best of you! You didn't wanna call me and ask me because you were too proud! Too f***in' blocked by Robyn to see me standing anywhere near you! Supporting you! Having your back! Taking the heat for you when your mama called me complaining about not hearing from you!!" I vented angrily. Chris stood strong, trying to face his consequences. His jaw clenched a few times.
"It's not my fault I had to work!" Fired back Chris as his arms flailed in the air. Losing it, I shoved him back and watched as he stumbled a few steps backwards. He exhaled heavily. His chest along with mine, heaving and fighting for more air.
"OF COURSE IT IS!" I blared. Initiating the yelling match.
"I'M SORRY!"
"EVERYTHING THAT'S HAPPENING NOW IS YOUR FAULT!"
"ROBYN WAS JUST THERE WHEN EVERYTHING WENT DOWN I'M SORRY!"
"YOU GOT FAME ON YOUR PLATE AND YOU JUST SWITCHED UP LIKE YOU HAD NOTHING TO LOSE!"
"I LOVE YOU! I'M SORRY!!"
"GUESS WHAT!" I roared over Chris instantly hushing him up as he waited for me to finish.
"You lost me.." I told him, defeated. My shaky voice echoed throughout the quiet room. He looked at me devastated, momentarily shaking his head more to himself than at me.
"No--"
"Yes Chris..I need to let you go, I need to think about my family now--"
"Our family!--"
"No.." I said softly cutting him off. He grabbed me by my arm and pulled me into his chest in a tight hug, holding onto me as if I would slip out of his grasp. I let a tear escape as I listened to his pleas.
"No please Mags don't do this--"
"Get off of me." I gently pushed against his rock hard chest, but he wouldn't budge. I tried again but his grip was firm around me. I let more tears slip as I pounded against his chest. He buried his face in the crook of my neck just holding onto me. I felt him lay a tender kiss on the skin of my neck and my eyes closed at the feeling, missing it so much, but knowing that it would be the last time if I wanted to leave with peace in my heart.
"Please just give me one more chanc--"
"Please let me go..." I cried.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry." He pulled away just enough so that he could kiss my tears away. His lips traveled down both my cheeks. I broke down in his arms, shaking my head no not wanting to give in. Pretty soon my back was up against the door, Chris trapping me between him and it with his forehead against mine.
I stared down at his lips and felt my heart jump when he captured mine in a passionate kiss. I pulled away gently pushing on his chest again. His hands traveled to the zipper on my skirt before he unzipped it quickly letting it along with my panties drop to the floor around my ankles.
"I'm sorry Mags, please." He begged quietly.
"Let me go." I whispered begging. He shook his head no, clenching his jaw as he pulled down his track pants and boxers revealing his hardened member.
"I love you too much.." He groaned. I yelped as he inserted himself inside of me. Thrusting roughly into me. I gripped his shoulder tightly, moaning softly as he slowed his pace down and carried me into bed.
Chris didn't want to accept my departure in our relationship, but I already had. So for the last time, I gave into his love.
RUN IT!!!!!!!
My heart just broke into tiny little microscopic pieces for her......I feel so bad....Chris wasn't suppose to be like all the others...he was suppose to be different.
Yep. Let him go Mags, LET HIM GO! You don't need him! The only person who needs him is your child! If Chris didn't wake up from that, I don't know what else could. He's lost Tyson for the time being. lol. No need to even try to mend that relationship right now. Clearly they need some space. LOL. I hope mags cope well with the spearation. I don't want her to seep into depression. Who knows what the future holds? Maybe they'll both grow from all of this, and their love will be stronger years down the line.
As for Chris, he needs to decided where to go from here. Does he continue a relationship with Rih. Does he maintain his career? Does he quit music? What does he do with being a potential father? He needs to ask himself this, and decided what kind of life he's about to live. Cause Mags don't have time for the inconsistency.
I'm proud of Tyson for not crying. I'm soooo proud! You go girl! Take your pain like a WOMAN! LOL. I wonder whats gonna happen when she heads back to LA...is she gonna go back to their condo?Which one of them is gonna move out? Will Tyson continue her friendship with Justin? What if Chris pops up at the condo while she's painting Justin's walls? LMAO! Man, that would great to read!
s/o to Kelly for letting her know that everything would be fine. Good timing Kelz. haha.
RUN IT!
RUN IT
Damn I hope he tries to be in their baby's life and just be a father for the child. I don't know what Chris is going to do to fix his friendship and relationship with Tyson because he just hurt her deep. I hope Tyson uses painting and art to let out her emotions about Chris and she doesn't stress out. Run it
dammm that f***ed up... run it
Omg I can't believe him!!!...I'm speechless right now smh
RUN IT!!!
I have no words for Chris!!!!!!!!!! b**** ASS NIGGA!!! He wasn't supposed to break her heart!!! NO!!
I walked through the hotel doors, speed in my step ready to be outside of Chris' room door. After stopping by the front desk I continued to the elevators. Passing curious eyes on the way, I paid them no mind stepping into one. My mind was all over the place.
"If death comes for me tonight girl, I want you to know that I love you.."
I wasn't sure of what to expect walking into Chris hotel room. I fumbled with the card key that Tray had left at the front desk for me.
I didn't know how I would react if I were to walk in on something. I was tired of the tears and wanted that to be the last thing I resorted to. I came here to fight for what Chris had lost sight of. I came to tell him that I was carrying his child and that if he wanted to be a part of our lives he had to smarten up.
We had made promises to each other, but most importantly, he had made promises to me.
I stood outside of the door with a deadly grip on the card I between my fingers. Faint music could be heard coming from inside of his room. I slipped the card in and waited for the beep and the green light before I slowly pushed it open.
"Only to you, I would reveal my tears.."
The room was dark but the music let me know that someone was in fact in the room. Struggling with my vision I fought to see through the darkness and find the door to the bedroom.
I knew what to expect when I saw only one out of the two doors closed. Putting two and two together, I knew what was happening behind it. My heart raced for what must have been the thousandth time for the day.
"Don't cry." I whispered viciously to myself.
"If this is the kind of love that mom used to warn me about, I'm in trouble. I'm in real big trouble."
I twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open, interrupting my biggest fear. A naked Chris jumped out of his skin and away from a naked Robyn, in his bed with the silk sheets wrapped around his waist. She looked over to the door in confusion until she laid eyes on me. Her eyes turned cold while Chris' remained frightened.
"Someone please call 911. Tell them I have been shot down, and the bullet's in my heart."
A scoff, one of shock, was sound coming from my lips. I smirked in disbelief glad that the picture was finally clear for me.
"Tyson?!" Yelled the man I once respected with the world. Now he was nothing.
"And it's piercing through my soul.."
"I'm out. We're through..now you can sleep with other women." I said before fishing into my bra to remove the picture of my ultrasound that I had gotten the day I found out I was pregnant. Whipping it to the floor nearest to the bed not wanting to go anywhere near it or them, with a heaving chest, I looked back up at Rihanna, glaring daggers into her. As much as I wanted to, I wouldn't put hands on her. I saw the fright pass through her eyes for a fraction of a second as she held the pillow against her chest trying to cover up and it was then that I realized she wasn't worth it.
"Classless." I spat, my tone calm yet murderous. I looked over to Chris.
"Enjoy this while it lasts." I spoke.
Chris scurried over to pick up the piece of paper nearly stumbling over the sheet around his waist. I watched him begin to unfold it.
"But every time I look into your eyes, man it's worth the sacrifice!"
His eyes told a short story of emotion. He went from confusion, to shock, to happiness, to apprehension..to regret. Satisfied and through, I turned on my heels and exited the suite.
"Mags!" He yelled after me. I took off down the hall running to the elevator. Everything seemed to move in slow motion.
"You don't have to worry about me and you Mags. This- this is way more important than any of that. You're the reason I'm outside this place right now...."
The tears threatened to fall as Chris' voice ran through my brain, but I fought with all of my might to keep them caged.
"Tyson!" Screamed Chris. I didn't look back, only kept moving. I couldn't catch the elevator quick enough, so I pushed through the door to the stairwell and ran down the stairs as fast as I could, heels clicking aling the way. Chris' voice faint behind me, echoing through the halls.
"Mags at the end of the day, girl I'm in love with you, so whatever you say to me whether it has to do with how your heel broke or-or how you feel about Justin Bieber..your opinion matters to me. You're a smart and genuine woman...."
I looked up at the ceiling of the SUV that I ran to after exiting the hotel, praying to anyone who could hear me. Asking for their help. I was tired, of crying, of giving my all, of being left behind. The tears stayed caged, which I was thankful for.
"Stop the crying Tyson. You're stronger than the tears. You need to be strong...."
I absently gripped on the necklace that Kelly had left with me, wishing he would give me something to go by. My eyes squeezed themselves shut trying to ignore the pang in my chest. Words and memories were swimming through my mind nonstop.
"Fight until you can't anymore...."
They wouldn't leave me.
"How far do you see us going?" I said. Chris smirked as he thought.
"As far as we can go..I mean I don't wanna scare you, but I do wanna marry you one day, have a bunch of kids...own a big fat ass crib. Live happy..with you." He responded. I grinned happily, imagining the possibility in my head.
"Exactly how much is a bunch Christian?" I asked raising my brow.
"I mean five, six minimum--"
"Minimum?! f*** off, you will not do that to my figure son!" I yelled looking down to my stomach in fear. Chris broke out into laughter at my reaction as he parked on the side of the road outside of the recording studio.
"I'm kidding Mags-Mags I'm kidding!" He said as he tried to grab my hands after turning the car off. I stopped flailing and relaxed looking into his eyes failing to hide the smile.
"I wanna have as many kids as you want. As long as we have one that would make me happy." He replied softly."
I chuckled at the memory as I shook my head, disappointed in Chris.
I just want you to be with me for this. I need you to ride for me til you can't anymore, and if you can't I'll drop everything. For you.. you and Tray are all I got out here. I'll be damned if I have to watch y'all kill yourselves for me..."
I wasn't going to beg Chris to give up his career for me or this baby. I wasn't that selfish and if this was the life that he wanted to live, then he could have it, but he'd have to live it without me.
"Don't cry. Everything's gonna be fine Ty..."
Rang Kelly's voice in my head as I rested it against the car window while my driver took me back to my hotel. I knew I had to let him go.
I knew I had to leave.
"Feel my body getting cold (He didn't care! He didn't worry! He didn't wonder! Ohh).."
im on the edge on my seat reading these adds!
i agree with everyone here like tf? whats going on with chris and dam I'm just hoping they aint doing anything when she find them at the hotel
f rih entourage! hella disrespectful and so uncalled for and mags words so burned meli cuz she know that s*** is true that trick will always be rih shadow
on the other hand i dont agree that she should be fighting for their relatonship if anything it should be chris hes the one screing up and continues to have innapporiate get togethers with rih whom he cheated with. one thing is hanging out cuz of the industry another is to hang out in general. I dont see why chris wanna take the pics seriously he should know ty better than anyone and that better not be his excuse if something does happen between rih and him
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Hold the entire f*** up......she flew all the way there to see his ass and fight for their relationship and not only is his ass not there....he left with Rihanna...and her pet puppy tried to snap?
run it
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O_o RUN IT!!!
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omg...this next add is gonna be crucial!! im ready...
run it!!
whoaaa! im sick so of chris ... smh!
RUNNNNNN IT :)
love this story!
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I just hope the OBVIOUS isn't happening right now. I hope we're all surprised about what's going down with Chris and Rih. And thank goodness brooke and paige were there to give melissa an ol girl werk. She is so disrespectful to GF's. Even in real life lmao. UGH.
Run it fast! I'm so scared for her. and their relationship. :( I thought Chris promised that the minute things got crazy he would drop everything for Tyson? Walk away from it all? I hope he holds true to his word...
tf chris!?
See this is a lot of extra s*** she going through instead of dealing with Chris...that's all I want.
I want to know Chris's reaction to the news. Run it
Ugh I can't wait to see what happens next...hope its a long add. I'm loving this story:-)
Runnnn itttttttttt!!!!!!!!!!