Judy faltered for a minute before she thumped on Tyrone’s front door. Her heart was beating, her palms were clammy, and she may still feel the sting of their final contention new in her mind. The battle they had before she raged out was unstable, filled with yelling, allegations, and a torrent of feelings, not one or the other of them had completely caught on at the time. Tyrone had blamed her for not trusting him, and Judy had let go back, irate and harmed, that he was still hung up on his ex, Vanessa. She knew she shouldn’t be back here so before long, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that they had left things uncertain. After what felt like an forever, the door swung open, and there stood Tyrone, his expression incoherent. His dim eyes bolted onto hers, and for a moment, not one or the other of them talked. The pressure between them was thick, as in spite of the fact that the contention was still hanging within the air , overwhelming and unwavering. “Judy?” Tyrone’s voice brok
Vanessa observed the sun plunge underneath the skyline through her loft window. Its searing orange beams cast long shadows over her living room, coordinating the turmoil roiling in her mind. Tyrone had been hers—once. They had went through a long time together, building dreams and making plans for the longer term. But all of that changed when Judy entered the picture. Vanessa clenched her clench hands, her knuckles white against the scenery of her profound brown skin. Judy had stolen Tyrone. No—she had enticed him, attracted him away, demolished everything. It wasn’t reasonable. Vanessa paced back and forward in her little, faintly lit flat, her bare feet making delicate crashes against the wooden floor. The sharpness chewed at her. Months had passed since Tyrone and Judy had gotten hitched, and Vanessa’s life had spiralled ever since. Each time she saw them together, grinning, living the life she ought to have had, a new piece of her, smashed. She seems to feel herself falling more
Tyrone had just settled down on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table, his fingers apathetically flicking through the tv channels. He had arranged to spend his end of the week unwinding, free from any dramatization. His life had been serene ever since he and Vanessa broke up months back. In spite of the fact that their relationship had been a tornado of enthusiasm, it was moreover full with superfluous contentions, control, and manipulations. He was happy it was over. He was happier now, centering on himself, and now not weighed down by her passionate rollercoaster. The doorbell rang, pulling Tyrone out of his thoughts. He looked at his wristwatch, scowling. He wasn’t expecting anybody. He hurled the inaccessible onto the sofa and headed toward the front door. Opening it, he was met with the sight of none other than Vanessa standing on his balcony, her arms crossed over her chest, her regular grin settled on her lips. Tyrone flickered in shock. “Vanessa? What are you doin
Tyrone stood at the altar, his face beaming with smiles expecting his bride to walk up to him with her father any moment from now. He took a deep breath for the umpteenth time that day and adjusted his stance as he continued to wait. He couldn't believe that the day when he'd finally get married to the love of his life had finally come. The woman who he had secretly sacrificed all his life earnings for just so she could get the leading role she had dreamed of having in the movie industry. He adjusted his blue pocket filler and kept his eyes on the door up ahead, the smile still evident on his face. This day was the second happiest moment of his life, the first had been when he proposed to Judy and she immediately agreed to marry him. "The hell, it's almost an hour now, and the bride hasn't shown up yet, are you sure she's going to come." A guest I'm the crowd said, loud enough for Tyrone to hear her. A frown settled on Tyrone's face as soon as he heard that but he tried as much as
"Are you crazy, Tyrone?" Fred bellowed, running after Tyrone to stop him in his tracks. Fred barely called Tyrone by his full name unless he was about to do something and he needed to calm him to order, and right now, Tyrone was about to do something completely outrageous by crashing the movie premiere. "Tyrone... Ty. Tyrone, can you just stop and listen to me for a moment?" Fred yelled as he continued to run after Tyrone. "Going to that premier is a bad idea, Ty, why don't you take a moment and think about it," Fred said again but Tyrone wasn't listening, instead, he kept running as fast as his legs could carry him. "...at least take a taxi, instead of running and save your strength," Fred suggested and stopped running, Tyrone had already ran out of his reach. Fred cupped his hand around his mouth and screamed at the top of his lungs. "Tyrone!!" "Aw, screw it!" Fred cursed under his breath and threw his hand down in resignation and headed back to the church to quench his parched
Tyrone didn't try to put up a fight even when the security guard constantly slapped him across his face. "You sick bastard, do you know I could have been fired for that crazy stunt you pulled out there?" The guard said and slapped him again before he finally dragged Tyrone back to the entrance and threw him out of the place. "If you still love your life, I don't want to see you around here... Now get!" The guard said and pushed Tyrone till he fell to the floor. Tyrone picked himself up from the floor and slowly made his way back. He turned back to look at the place and caught the eyes of the security still staring intently at him. "I said get!" The guard shouted from the distance, causing Tyrone to continue moving until he disappeared from the guard's sight. The sun was still up in the sky and it was grazing Tyrone's skin so badly that his face had turned red totally. He instinctively navigated his way to a bar. He pushed through the door and made his way inside. Some people tur
Tyrone rubbed his eyes incessantly, he couldn't believe what his eyes had just seen. "Judy? What the hell?" He questioned in disbelief, his face flushing red with anger. The director got down from Judy and covered himself with the sheets leaving only Judy naked in the bed. "What the hell, Tyrone, don't you remember how to knock, this is still my house remember?" Judy yelled at him, getting up from the bed and using another sheet to cover up her nakedness. She tied the sheet firmly around her chest before she looked up to Tyrone and stared at him with spite in her eyes. Tyrone was boiling with anger that his whole body was starting to tremble. Without waiting to exchange words with Judy, Tyrone rushed in the direction and tried strangling him, his suit loosening from his waist and falling to the ground. "Andy!!" Judy screamed, seeing what Tyrone was about to do. "Don't you dare try to kill him, Tyrone," Judy screamed and jumped on top of Tyrone, trying to pull him away from Andy.
"Hello!" Tyrone said, struggling to get from the floor, he was about to sit down on the bed when he caught small drops of sperm on the bed, in fact, Tyrone just realized for the first time that the whole place smelt like sex. He managed to walk out of the room and walked down to the sitting room. "Hello?" Tyrone called out again when no response was forthcoming. "Good evening, am I onto Mr. Tyrone Jefferson?" Came a male voice. Tyrone raised an eyebrow wondering who Tyrone Jefferson was, obviously, the person at the other end of the phone had mistaken him. "Yes I am Tyrone but not..." "Oh thank goodness, sir, your grandfather has been searching the whole country for you." "My grandfather? My grandfather died a long time ago. Tyrone managed to reply with the blood still in his mouth. "I appreciate the sarcasm sir but your grandfather is still in the hospital but not dead yet and he wants to see you." "Uhm, I think you've got the wrong person, my name is Tyrone Rodriguez and not