Tales From Her Darkside
He sat on the bed. Lifeless. Full of new feelings that did not feel so good. And prior to this moment, he had never really experienced this with Chyna.
I mean sure there were times when he felt inadequate and insecure because Chyna was a little younger than he was. Not to mention, she brought it up more than a few times.
He read and read. He paced, he thought, and then he reread to make sure it was all true.
“What the fuck is this?”
“Who the FUCK is she talking to?”
“This CANNOT be my girl. No way. I don’t know her anymore.”
Tyshawn found Chyna's Ipad, full of text messages, pictures and video she sent to some random dude. He wanted to bash her face in. But he couldn't. I mean the most provocative stuff he always wanted her to send him. But she never did. She sent it to someone else.
There was even a wetness he felt as he wiped the backside of his hands across his eyes.
No. I'm bigger than this, he replied.
While Tyshawn tried desperately to brush his shoulders off, get his thoughts and game plan together, he was filled with heartbreak. He still wanted to maintain his composure. I mean after all, he just walked into all of this. Chyna’s roommate was in the dining area entertaining Tyshawn’s little brother who came to help him move Chyna’s things from her current home.
Tyshawn often teased Chyna that he wanted her back in their hometown so bad, that whenever she was ready, he would pay all moving cost to get her back there. At many times, he often felt he was the cause of her moving away to the suburbs of South Carolina from their New York City pad. Of course he would feel this way because she spoke about it very often, but certainly not until after she had moved to South Carolina.
Chyna was very scared of Tyshawn.
For many reasons. After her horrific childhood with her physically and mentally abusive stepfather, her countless encounters with abusive relationships, Chyna felt as though she mastered the very thought of pointing out those men with capabilities of rearranging a woman’s face because of his inner most insecurities.
Tyshawn had heard Chyna talking on the phone numerous times about some of her past experiences, many of which included previous relationships with an adulterer, a male whore, and an alcoholic, just to name a few. Tyshawn was in the business of convincing both himself and Chyna that he in no ways fell in the category of anyone who could possibly harm her.
Wait, let’s back up a minute because I forgot to tell you the crazy way Tyshawn and Chyna began talking.
Chyna’s fiancé, yes I said fiancé, was a member of city council in Manhattan. He consumed himself with work and all the females in his line of work. Long story short, Chyna was unhappy with the endless conversations of how they would get married and life would just POOF! change for the both of them. They, meaning her and the councilman, would live happily ever after. Not.
Tyshawn met Chyna through an online site she participated in as a pastime. She would never agree to meet with him in person, so Tyshawn threw a business proposition at her that she couldn’t refuse. They met at a local lounge to discuss business specifics and they never stopped talking from that very moment.
Tyshawn was not blown away by her beauty initially.
But the more time he spent with her, the more time he wanted to spend with her.
Chyna told Tyshawn about her then current relationship and although he appeared very concerned about the health of her relationship, he wined and dined her every chance he got.
He took Chyna to the most exquisite restaurants by the water. They flew to Dubai and many other islands, just as a weekend hobby.
Now. Let’s get back to the juice!
One weekend, the fiancé councilman left town for a business venture. Chyna found herself in the midst of self-evaluation. She was far from being in love with Tyshawn, but she couldn’t help but notice how well he treated her in contrast to her fiancé. Tyshawn talked, listened, and wanted to spend every waking and sleeping moment with her.
She even went as far as wondering what the sex would be like with Tyshawn. They had spent just about every day together for three months. Yea. You read that right. She had a fiancé who was gone all the time to the point she was able to have a completely different relationship with Tyshawn and the fiancé did not suspect a thing. Don’t think he cared enough to even ask her.
In fact, Chyna realized that the only reason she even engaged in more than business with Tyshawn was simply to have something to tell her fiancé about, thinking it might make him jealous and keep him home.
Eventually, Chyna left the fiancé. (That’s a whole ‘nother story I gotta tell you about)
Tyshawn was astatic to learn that he could possibly have her all to himself. No more fiancé. Nice. Time to make that move on her.
Two days after dumping the fiancé, Tyshawn showed up at Chyna’s job, filled with anxiety. He texted her…
Outside yo job. Got a min?
But now, nothing surprised Chyna when it came to Tyshawn. As she walked down the long, shiny but dull hallways, she reminisced repeatedly on her conversation with the ex-fiancé. Tears started coming down her cheek. She was now second guessing the breakup. Just as she empowered herself to push open the glass doors surrounded by other coworkers, Chyna quickly wiped the tears and headed up the stairs and out of the gate to the metered area his car was sitting.
As Chyna bent down to tap on the passenger side window, she was blinded by Tyshawn’s Kool-Aid grin. As he reached over to unlock the door, she noticed a tiny brown bag.
OMG she thought. No.
Chyna took a seat slowly in the flamboyant champagne colored, 2-door, low-sitting Maserati. She never took her eyes off of the light coming from both his smile and the bald head that embraced it.
He began talking. And she began crying. Chyna heard none of the words he said because she was too busy pretending not to see that tiny brown bag that had an enormous presence in between them.
Tyshawn took Chyna’s hand abruptly and asked her:
“What would you do if I proposed to you?”
“I mean, I’m NOT proposing, but what if I did? What would you say?”
If ever Chyna could maintain a poker face, this wasn’t that time. She started trembling and crying and started to have a panic attack.
“I gotta go!” she mumbled.
Although she mumbled, in her mind, she screamed for help.
She never stopped thinking from that very moment.
What is he thinking?
I mean, am I even done with fiancé councilman?
I just poured my heart out to this man to console me, is he taking advantage of my situation?
Damn. I mean. I was just in a relationship two days ago. Why would he….?
Chyna’s questions and thoughts were on a roll.
Most people would say Chyna had it going on. But Chyna was now faced with many decisions.
So now we fast forward. Oh did I tell you they slept together?
Yea. Chyna and Tyshawn both needed to unwind a few weeks before this horrific event took place. Friday evening, she got off work, he picked her up with her favorite meal already in the car. They made a quick stop to pick up some patron, her favorite, and well, that’s how it happened.
Oh. You wanna know how the sex was?
Chyna was pleased with the fact that Tyshawn had an inch more than what she imagined. However, she still couldn’t believe that she slept with this older cat, while having a fiancé.
So now Chyna let Tyshawn come over one evening as he did many times prior. They ate, they talked, they drank, and they even laughed a little.
Then Chyna told him the news. I am going away for a couple of days.
Up until this point, Tyshawn thought he knew her every move.
Where are you going?
Well, councilman wants to talk. And I feel like I owe him at least that.
Tyshawn was furious.
And it showed.
What the fuck you mean? Oh, so you think you are going to fuck me, sex him and come back to me?
Bitch you crazy.
Just as Chyna figured, the conversation was quickly going south. She tried to hurry up and put some clothes on but as she reached for her shorts, she was met with his hands. Tyshawn grabbed her shoulder and pushed her down into seating position on the edge of the bed.
You ain’t going nowhere. Now. Saying something.
Chyna, frantic, scared, and realizing she was alone, began to say any and everything she felt he wanted to hear.
Needless to say, Chyna never left.
Even more. Chyna never got the chance to see the fiancé for a possible reconcile.
And just like that, Tyshawn made himself her man. She had no say in the matter.
So Chyna planned her escaped.