How To Hate

-Fatima-

***1 Month Later***

'You won't be alone' my ass. 

Michael hasn't helped with shit unless it was about him.

I got up out of bed and quickly in the shower then got dressed.

Michael left 2 weeks ago to finish the tour with YMCMB then we were having our wedding in California then Im packing up and moving back to Florida.

I slipped on my shoes and walked downstairs to see Mrs. Stevenson or as she has me and the kids calling her, Mama.

Even though Michael left we have been staying with his mom and I will be finilizing the selling of my house tomorrow.

"Morning Mama"

I kissed each of the kids on the head then kissed Mrs. Stevenson on the cheek.

"Hey Tima. Michael called last night but you were sleep. He said call him."

I nodded and looked at the clock.

"In a little bit. I have a meeting to get my dress fitted."

She nodded 

"I can't believe Michael left you to do this by yourself."

"I got it Mama. I learned not to rely on anyone but myself."

She smiled and kissed my cheek.

I stole a piece of bacon off of Zavier's plate.

"Hey!"

I laughed and walked into the living room and turned on the TV. TMZ was on and on the screen was this.

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I quickly shut off the TV.

"Mama! Im leaving!"

"Ok!"

I snatched up my keys and drove to the mall while I called up Ramon.

At little retail therapy with my bestie.

"Hello."

"Romie, can you meet me at Central"

"Yeah give me five minutes"

"Ok"

I hung up amd turned up the radio thinking about my restaurant.

We were shutting the one here down and re-opening it in Miami.

I'm not mad at the pictures cause I knew Chyna was going on tour with them but I swear her& Michael are always together in ever picture I see. 

I pulled into a parking spot and got out heading to Pop(Made up).

Ramon was there waiting for me.

I wrapped my hands around his neck and hugged him.

"Hey Romie"

"So, whats the occasion?"

"Retail therapy."

He nodded as I headed to the little girl section.

I picked out some jean shorts and some skirts for Farah. I got Zavier some wife beaters and cargo shorts.

I paid for everything then headed to DTLR. When Im stressed like this I just shop in silence. I only bring Ramon along for the sense of physical support.

I bought Zavier the Hornet Lebrons, I bought Farah the South Beach Lebrons, I got myself the Miami Vice Lebrons.

I grabbed the bags from the cashier and was about to walk out when Ramon grabbed my arm.

"Maybe instead of shopping your pain away you could go see if theres a open studio or something"

I stood there thinking before nodding my head.

We headed to the car.

"I have to go get fitted for my dress. Drop these off at Mama's house and then meet me at the studio at-"

I look at the clock and see it's 12:30.

"-2:30"

He nodded taking all my bags, he kissed my forehead before heading toward his car.

I got in and headed to Dreamland (Made up).

***45 Minutes Later***

i pulled up and walked in and was greeted by one of the assitants.

"She's waiting for you."

I nodded and walked to the back.

She immediently shoved my dressed in my hands and walked out.

I slipped out of my clothes and put on the dress.

"Cheryl!"

She came in and zipped me up then pushed me toward the mirrors.

"Speak to me hunny"

I sat in silence for a few moments.

"It's wrong."

"What?"

"The colors are all wrong"

My day just keeps getting worse.

She rushed to her book and shook her head.

"Never hire family. I'll get this fixed and you can come get fitted again in 3 days."

I nodded as tears fell down my face.

I put my clothes back on and walked out to my car. I got in and just sat there, letting the tears flow. My phone vibrated and Michael flashed acrossed my screen.

I picked up the phone trying to make it seem like I'm fine.

"Hello.

"Whats wrong?"

"N-Nothing. Just headed to the studio."

"I'm just checking. You sound upset. Do you need me to come home?"

"No. I'm fine."

"Ok. How was the dress fitting?"

"Horrible. Everything is falling apart Michael."

"Look, send me a couple numbers and tell me what you need me to do."

"Thanks Michael"

"You know I'll always be here."

"I love you"

"I love you too"

I hung up and sped to the studio. Ramon was out front leaning against his car.

We walked in and the lady at the front desk smiled.

"Studio 1G."

I nodded a little confused.

Me and Ramon walked to the studio and when I opened the door Tyga was standing there with Honey and Wayne.

I ran up giving Tyga a hug.

"I missed you!"

"I missed you too."

After I calmed down I hugged both Honey and Wayne.

Since Tyga proposed me and Wayne only talk if it's about the kids. I feel like I lost my best friend.

"Wayne put a couple things together for you"

I looked at Wayne and he just looked down and hit the button, causing the beat to fill the room.

I sat down and grabbed two notepads and started writing.

It took us three hours to edit the first song because all 5 of us had our own opinion. But we finished

After  listening to it a couple times, Tyga kissed me on my forehead and hit the button for the next beat.

Tyga got up and walked out the room.

Suddenly his phone vibrated.

I'm waiting at the hotel room for you boo -BlacChyna

I quickly ripped out the page I wa writing on and began thinking.

After adding in a little special effects it was done.

When Wayne hit the play back button Tyga walked in.

He didn't even notice. He just sat down and closed his eyes.

"Wayne you have anything a little slower, i guess?"

He nodded

"I was playing around with my guitars a little."

He played it and it was perfect.

I finished writing and looked around me.

"Would you guys mind leaving. I'll meet you at the house."

Honey went to wake up Tyga.

"He's fine."

She looked at me funny but her, Wayne, and Ramon left.

I set everything up. I was determined to get this in one take, with raw emotion. 

I went in the booth, hitting the button, and the music came through my headphones.

I finished in one take and pulled it up on the computer.

I then wrote a note on a piece of paper and sat it on Michael's chest.

I slammed the door shut and walked out to my car.

Truth is..the songs about Wayne.
-Tyga-

I woke up to the door slamming. I looked around and saw everyone gone.

I looked at the note on my chest.

We need to talk.
-Fatima