2024-06-23 16:10:04"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 throat after all the running he had done.
Tyrone was hyperventilating by the time he got to the entrance of the penthouse where the movie premiere was still in session. He rested his hands on his knees and tried to get his breath, he looked up to be sure that he was at the right address.
His head fell to the floor as the streams of tears he had been holding back finally began to cascade down his cheeks and onto the floor.
"All my years of hard work, for Judy," Tyrone said to himself, choking on the words, unable to believe that Judy would have the heart to do this to him. He couldn't believe it, he didn't want to believe it. He stood up and wiped the tears and perspiration on his face with the sleeve of his tux and walked up to the entrance, he was about to make his way in when he was stopped by two burly men.
"Your pass, mister." One of the men said in a deep baritone voice. He had a look of irritation on his face as he if was disgusted by the mere existence of Tyrone and he was ready to throw him out any moment from now.
"Your pass." The man repeated.
"I don't have any...I just want to..." Tyrone was running out of breath as he spoke, he paused and tried to catch his breath before he went on to say. "I just want to see Judy." He added.
"Of course you can see her, we just need your pass." The second man said, handing his hand out to Tyrone, the man ran his eyes over Tyrone taking in the sight of how distraught Tyrone looked.
Tyrone realised that the men weren't going to allow him in without a pass so he pretended to search his pockets for a fake pass that was never there.
"Look, I think I left my pass in my car and it's parked just somewhere down the road," Tyrone lied in between his teeth and pointed to the back.
"I promise if you let me speak to Judy, I'm going to go back and get the pass."
"Not gonna happen." The first man let out with disdain and folded his bulky arms that could barely stay under his armpits.
"Please just let me in m, I promise I'm not going to take up to a minute in there," Tyrone said with desperation in his voice.
"You heard him, sir. No pass, no entry." The second man added quite apologetically.
Tyrone huffed and stepped back. "Okay, I understand." He lied and pretended to walk away. Before the men could realize what was happening, Tyrone turned back and ran past the men and into the penthouse.
"What the hell!" The first security guard exclaimed and immediately ran after Tyrone. "That lying snake is going to cost me my job." The second guard said while running.
Tyrone ran down a corridor until he got to the main hall where Judy was about to be presented with the role of the female lead of the new movie.
"Judy!!" Tyrone screamed at the top of his lungs. "Judy how could you?!" He added and all heads turned to look at him.
Judy's eyes bulged in surprise as she beheld Tyrone standing just a few meters across from her.
Tyrone found himself at a loss for words. He opened his mouth to say something but then hesitated.
"How could you do this to me, Judy?!" Tyrone bellowed, tears already clouding his eyes. "Today was meant to be our special day."
"You're embarrassing me, Tyrone, get out of here!" Judy ordered him. "And who let this madman in here?" Judy shot out and her words pierced through Tyrone's heart like a sharp knife.
"Did you just call me a madman?" Tyrone asked in disbelief.
"I'm so sorry everyone," Judy said, ignoring Tyrone. "I didn't mean for this to happen." She added.
"Now tell me," Judy started, making her way toward him with the director's hand clasped in hers. "Which do you think it's more important to me, Tyrone, this stupid wedding or being presented with the role that I've been dreaming of having for three years now?" She spat the question in his face.
"For three years, Judy. Three years." Tyrone said, holding up three fingers, "I've supported your career, I used all of my money and met with all the people in the industry I could think of just so you could land this leading role."
"Oh please!" Judy waved her hand at him. "You think the reason I'm here is because of your stupid support?"
Tyrone couldn't believe that Judy was the one talking to him this way. Before Tyrone could respond, one of the security guards came up and grabbed him by the neck
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A Time Before
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
Evil Plot
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
Light in the Dark
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
Actions Not Words
Judy had been pacing her flat for hours, the cadenced tap of her heels against the wooden floor as it were sound breaking the hush. She looked at her phone for the tenth time in as many minutes, her thumb drifting over Tyrone's title. It was continuously the same with him—pulling her in, pushing her away, as if to drag her back once more. But this time, Judy decided things would be different . She wasn’t going to let him just walk back into her life without a few kinds of confirmation. She knew precisely what she needed, and she knew she had use. Over town, Tyrone sat at his table, gazing at the city horizon through the wide windows of his office. His domain sprawled out underneath him, a kingdom built on canny deals and heartless aspiration. However, none of it appeared to matter when his thoughts floated to Judy. Their relationship was like a storm, all-consuming and outlandish to foresee. He had made his botches, more than he cared to tally, but he was prepared to make things righ
The Mirage of Betrayal
Tyrone stood outside the door, his hands trembling as he clenched and unclenched his clench hands. The late evening sun showered the neighbourhood in a brilliant tone, but Tyrone felt nothing but the weight of his inconveniences. He might feel the sweat on his chin, each ball of sweat reminding him of the storm brewing in his life. He took a deep breath, his heart beating in his chest, and thumped on the door. Some seconds passed before he listened to the rearranging of feet from the other side. His beat enlivened. Would she indeed open the door? The door squeaked open, and there she stood—Judy, his spouse, the love of his life. She looked at him with a blend of shock and guardedness, her eyes checking his face as if looking for answers he didn’t have. She was wearing a formal blue dress that he had continuously cherished, but presently it felt like a boundary between them, an update of the life they had shared and the one they had misplaced. “What do you need, Tyrone?” Judy inquir
Error In Judgement
Vanessa had continuously been the kind of lady who got what she needed. She had the charm, the looks, and the mind to drag anybody into her circle. When she and Tyrone were together, they were the envy of everybody they knew. They were the “it” couple—the idealised coordinate, everybody said. But that was a long time back, before Tyrone met Alexis, before everything changed. Vanessa stood at the entrance of the swarmed bar, filtering the ocean of faces until she spotted him. Tyrone sat at a little table by the window, nursing a drink and gazing vacantly out into the night. He looked good—maybe more than he had the last time she saw him, she thought. His shoulders were broader, his fashion more refined, but his eyes still held that recognizable thoughtfulness. Vanessa took a deep breath and walked over, her heels clicking against the wooden floor. “Tyrone,” she said, her voice light, nearly perky, as she pulled the chair over from him and sat down without holding up for a welcome. T
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