Chapter Seven
“I’m a gangster, but off liquor, Imma throw this ass for sure. Wave my pipe ‘round in the air, I’m putting my neck up on the floor.” Mello Buckzz rapped over the speaker in the overcrowded nightclub.
With no worries in the world, Tyler effortlessly bounced her ass in the middle of her section as beads of sweat lined her forehead.
The little skirt she wore rolled up her thick thighs, showing off her pussy print every time she bent over.
Instead of trying to shield her, Bobbi recorded and posted the video to her story.
She didn’t bother telling Tyler to fix her hair or straighten out her shirt.
As far as she was concerned, Tyler was a grown woman and capable of handling herself.
Tyler, on the other hand, was feeling it.
In her mind, she wasn’t in a club. She was at home dancing around in her panties while singing at the top of her lungs.
The loud music vibrated against her eardrum, allowing her to drown out everything that was going on around her.
Tyler’s limbs felt light, and her mind was free.
The dance floor was above her head, and the sky was at her feet.
Even in this state, all eyes were still on her, and Tyler couldn't care less.
“Them beans got my lil cousin out here lit as fuck.” Bobbi giggled along with a couple of her friends. They had all been watching Tyler get fucked up, but no one intervened. As long as they didn’t have to pay the bill, they didn’t care.
“You hear me. That’s why I only fuck with weed cause I could never.” One of the girls shook her head in pity.
“Fuck outta here,” Tyler sniped, reaching for a bottle of water. “And get your camera outta my face. Damn, you worse than the paparazzi standing outside the club.”
“Oh, bitch please. Don’t act like I’m pressed to have you on my page. I invited you out… remember?” Bobbi stated with an attitude, running her fingers through her long blonde wig.
“Yea.” Tyler licked her top lip. “You invited me out and stepped to the side so I could pay for the section.”
“Ok and? You got it. We family, we look out for each other. I’ve had your back plenty of times, way before you started singing and running around with Shane and Aria.”
“Don’t try to act like you invited me here out of the kindness of your heart. I’m high, not stupid.”
“Girl, it’s never that serious. We can Venmo you back,” one of the girls standing beside Bobbi jumped in.
“Bitch bye. You been sitting there lowkey texting a nigga to send you money but drinking Macallan like it's water. You can’t afford to Venmo me shit.” Tyler had already peeped game.
The girl mumbled something under her breath, but not loud enough for anyone to hear it. Tyler was right. Her coins were on the low side and her baby daddy was acting like a bitch because she didn’t tell him she was going out.
Rolling her eyes, Tyler sat back in her seat, daring a bitch to say something.
While the pills had her on chill mode, the Don in her system had her ready for whatever.
She didn’t need an army of bitches to stand beside her.
Tyler threw hands with the best of them and was waiting for a bitch to get froggy so she could leap.
“Aht aht, cousin, you can stop looking like that.” Bobbi tapped her shoulder. “Ain’t nobody trying to rumble. We too cute for that.”
“I know,” Tyler quipped. “These bitches not stupid.”
“Oh, this my shit,” Bobbi screamed, picking up the bottle of Don off the table. “Record me.” She handed her phone to her friend and started bouncing her ass to Lil M. U. Top Of Cars.
Bending over, Bobbi tried to emulate her cousin’s dance, but it didn’t hit the same.
As hard as she shook her ass, it didn’t move the same.
What came naturally to Tyler didn’t for Bobbi, and instead of looking sexy, she looked like she was having a stroke.
She was so focused on making her ass clap that her face didn’t get the memo.
“Shake that shit, friend!” Bobbi’s homegirls hyped her up. “Biggest booty in the club.”
“Softest too,” Bobbi bragged, wagging her tongue. “I make this shit look too easy.” She swatted her ass.
Tyler didn’t know whether to laugh or leave because the scene in front of her was embarrassing.
Bobbi’s poor attempts at shaking her ass had Tyler wishing she had stuck to her original plans and stayed in the house.
She was knee deep in a writing session when Bobbi called, begging her to pop out.
Since Dexter was running the streets, Shane was out of town, and Aria was tied up with one of her male friends, Tyler closed her notebook and hopped in the shower.
After staring at her closet for twenty minutes, Tyler decided on a mini skirt, a cropped top, thigh-high boots, and a forty-inch buss down middle part wig.
She applied a little makeup, glossed up her lips, and sprayed a few squirts of Jean Paul Gaultier on her skin before grabbing her purse, mint can, and car keys.
On the way out the door, Tyler popped two pills and washed them down with a shot of Don.
By the time she made it to the club, she was already lit.
Bobbi and her friends were sitting in their cars.
When Tyler pulled up, they hurriedly jumped out and joined her as she headed straight to the door, bypassing the line.
The owner of the club greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, took her credit card, and led them to a section where bottles of top-shelf liquor were waiting.
“I’ll be back.” Tyler stood to her feet.
Bobbi nor her friends responded, and Tyler didn’t wait for one.
She picked up her purse off the table and stumbled her way through the section with one of the club security guards behind her.
Fans reached out for her, called her name, and snapped pictures of her as the security guard pushed his way through them.
“I’mma wait right here until you’re done,” he advised once they made it to the bathroom.
“You don’t have to do that,” Tyler assured him.
“I do. I got a call from your assistant, and she told me not to leave your side, or she’d hang me from the Belle Isle Bridge by my nuts.”
“She said that?” Tyler giggled.
“Yea, and sweetheart, I like my nuts, so I’m going to chill right here. Take your time.”
“Ok.” She nodded and slipped into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
After handling her business, Tyler pulled up her skirt, flushed the toilet, and exited the stall. Standing in front of the mirror, she washed her hands while staring at her reflection. She could see pieces of Maple, but for the most part, she saw him.
“Tell me, Daddy, wasn’t I good enough to love?
Got me searching for it in all the wrong places, hugging empty bottles, indulging in drugs.
Tell me, Daddy, how do you sleep at night when you left your baby girl all alone in this world in an unarmed fight?
” Tyler sang, then smiled when she noticed the tears falling from her eyes.
“Not me in the bathroom crying over that loser,” she mumbled. “Speaking of losers,” Tyler snorted, lifting her phone. Clicking on Dexter’s number, she waited while the phone rung and groaned when it went to voicemail. Tyler called right back and this time the voicemail picked up right away.
Yo, this Dex, talk yo shit.
“First of all, that’s a lame ass voice message. Talk yo shit,” she mocked. “And I hope whatever bitch you laid up gets a happy ending...lord knows I need one,” Tyler huffed, ending the call.
“And you wonder why these hoes looking at me crazy. Out here fucking on everybody but me lately and you keep forgetting that I'm with the shits, baby. Like I won’t do you like you do me, nigga is you crazy?” Tyler sang while reapplying her lip gloss.
“And this nigga talking about I'm pitchy,” Tyler mumbled, picking up her phone again. Going through her messages, she clicked on the video from the unsaved number and dialed it.
“'Cause he got me fucked up,” Tyler mumbled as the phone rang.
“What up doe?” Logic’s deep voice pierced her ears.
“You’re an asshole, my voice isn’t pitchy,” she slurred.
“Nah, right now it’s breathy.” He chuckled. “You breathing like Baby D.”
“Are you calling me fat?”
“Not at all, baby girl. What’s up? You straight?”
“I’m fine! I’m in the club living my best life.”
“Oh yea?”
“Yea!” Tyler sassed.
“Then why are you calling me at…” he pulled the phone away from his ear to glance at the time. “three in the morning?”
Silence
“Are you thinking about me in the midst of your turn up?”
Silence
“Are you good?” Logic asked, sitting up.
“I’m fine,” Tyler sighed.
“Where you at?”
“Why?”
“Because you drunk calling me, and I’m trying to make sure you’re safe.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why do you want to make sure I’m safe?”
“I’m a gentleman, shorty. It’s three in the morning, your background loud as fuck, and you sound tipsy.”
“I am tipsy,” Tyler admitted. “Actually, I’m more than tipsy. I’m fucked up.”
“Send me your location. I’ll come scoop you.”
“You think Dex is going to just let you come scoop me?” She giggled. “He doesn’t like you.”
“I’m a grown ass man, baby girl, he not stopping shit. Say the word and I’ll pull up.”
“You like trouble, huh?”
“Nah, I like you.”
“No, you like what you see. There’s a difference.”
“So you’re saying there’s more than what meets the eye.”
“A lot more,” Tyler’s voice cracked. “Has your soul ever cried?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like you’re smiling and happy on the outside, but inside you’re empty.
” Tyler chuckled through her tears. “You can be having the time of your life, but something is still missing. Something feels off. In a room full of people, you feel lonely, and no matter what you do, no matter what people say, you can’t shake it. ”
“Yea,” Logic sighed. “I know the feeling, sweetheart.”
“I thought having money would make it better.”
“Did it?”
“No,” Tyler replied honestly. “It made it worse.”
“Let me come-”
“Look, I gotta go. Just wanted to let you know that my voice isn’t pitchy.”