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Post by bitchyomomma999 on Aug 19, 2009 14:32:37 GMT -5
INTRO;;. . . Taylor Jazzel Jackson;;. . . We walked through the cold air in the park holding hands near our street as he told me his dreams "ima be buying those bags those shoes, everything baby! everything i promise"Jordan told me smiling, looking into his eyes it looked like he was closer to his dreams. We had been together for almost 2 years now and we were just growing stronger. I was born in Islington Jamaica to Justine Jackson(mom) and Sean Jackson(dad),my mother was jamaican decent but she had me there on vacation my father Sean is half rican and half black. 2years later;;. . . Jordan was now signed linked to the fame and money living his life about 100 miles an hour i was so proud of him he introduced me to everything everywhere, what more could a girl want from gucci to miu miu you name it i had it.Living in LA was pretty big i loved it . . . but something was missing . . . my friends were there my twin was there my parents were there. . . what last thing did i need?
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Post by Lana on Aug 19, 2009 16:27:03 GMT -5
wow she seem like she has everything but she still not fulfilled. this sounds like its gonna be good. so i give it an UPDATE SOON!!!
**SiLLy BuNNi**
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Post by XxLalaBuggxX on Aug 19, 2009 23:15:39 GMT -5
Sounds good Wonder wat she missing?! Update when u can
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Post by bitchyomomma999 on Aug 20, 2009 15:29:56 GMT -5
Jordan Knowles;; . . . "you could be a sweet dream or a beautiful dream either way I, don't wanna wake up from you" i recalled beyonce's voice in my head, we had just finished doing a remix to sweetdreams. The cd carried on playing its self as i got my phone out to check for any missed calls flicking through them all Taylor hadn't rang at all . . . not like i expected her to because whenever i am out she never does. After 25 minutes i got home and locked my 2009 Bentley Continental GT. "how you been boo?" I asked taking my clothes off while she sat on the bed reading some magazines "good I didn't do much though" she snorted keeping her head in the paper filled thin mag. I sat on our king sized bed, I insisted on kissing her but she just moved back and kept reading " wassup?" I questioned tryna look at what she was reading "nothing" she said looking at me.[/center] Taylor Jackson;;. . . He didn't understand, he left me nonstop, always out with who knows who. Honestly im sick and tired of being left in a big ass house on my own looking at objects and funiture infront of me it was so different before Jordan became famous I could do anything with him but now its all limited like one day i'll ask for something simple like having a meal at a certain time or a barbaque with close friends on a hot day but ya'll can already guess what the answer would be..yeah a straight no with a double N. I looked at his big brown eyes as he stared at the wall infront of our bed tension building "I hate it when you like this taylor!" . . . Here we go again 3rd argument of the week I just had to make it short and clear I didn't have the nerve to argue at this point "so do I!,do you even understand what your doing to me!?" I yelled eyeing him, nothing came out, silence from his lips and eyes "there you go,answer gave,you don't know me anymore" I told him getting up and throwing the magazine i was reading back on the bed. Its hard enough not leaving close enough to my family and friends, I actually had no friends since we moved into LA its been hard to catch convesations with anyone the only time i get to talk to people is on the phone with my friends,I think. My friends started to part from me because I don't see them anymore when I call them they give me quick convos and front as if they don't wanna talk to me,it was just complicated like that. . . for the rest of that night we did not speak he went to sleep ready for another early morning, I didnt have his schedule cause sometimes he would just leave with the comment " I gotta go baby its urgent" thats it no explanation no kiss no hug, I never knew when a new song was being released maybe from magazines and media, noone informed me. the next day;; . . . I woke up alone, and sat up in bed akowledging the room and jordan's clothes from the night before on the floor waiting to be picked up by me. I made my downstairs and straight to the postbox to check for my new magazines,as I pulled them out with other junk mail and walked back into the warm house, winter was awaiting impatiently because that air was too cold.I opened my new issues and read through until I flicked through an odd looking one with two people I knew, it was jordan with. . . rihanna posted up in the club with his arms round her waist dancing away I could not help but look with an akward and angry feeling over laying on me, my stomach arched and I shivered as a cold shift blew over my spine, I turned the page and saw one picture of jordan drinking himself away with that bitch on his lap " oh my fucking js!" I screamed I felt tears rush down my makeup less face. . .maybe im over exagurating I mean dancing is what they do in clubs right? . . . "now taylor do you think its normal for someone's man to be dancing CASUALY as you put it with another female,arms round waists and small kisses" my questioned through the phone " I don't know anymore Teresa" I infromed her almost in tears again "I really don't know" "uh uh don't cry just talk to him when he gets home" that senetence made me think about yersterday " how!? honestly how!?" i asked crying harder "you know just tell him how you feel" she suggested "I can't talk to him, it aint the same anymore, we argue non stop. . . " I tried finishing my sentence but emotions caught my breath and voice as i carried on crying over the phone as teresa tried to please and cheer me up, I felt bad, I was worrying my sister over something so small, so small but it hurt like a needle inserted. After a while I had calmed down and teresa had to go "kiss me through the phone" i whispered almost unable to hear myself, it was our normal way of goodbye "MWAH!" she lipsed on the phone, i smiled a little wiping my eyes, in reality thats all i had, my sister. Later that night he came in 00:14, i nodded at him as he walked through to the kitchen he smiled a little,. . . i suggested in pleasing him maybe thats what is bringing our relationship down, not enough sex. I layed in bed pretending to be getting to sleep but i was dressed in a lingerie set he bought me 5 weeks ago. " damnnnnn" he wailed as he got under the covers to lay ontop of me "baby" i said "wassup boo?"he asked, maybe it was better to get this subject off my chest in one go with out pauses and ways to start the convo so i got straight into it before he could do anything "are you cheating on me with. . . rihanna?" "what!? . . . no never in a million why?" he asked " well i saw those pictures of you guys at the club and they had me breaking down a little bit, well alot" i explained, as he made promises and denials to the cheating he planted kisses in my spots, its funny how we travelled from a tense situation straight to sex with no making up emotionally. Rihanna:/. . . She don't know who i am, what i really do and what i like, i bet she's probably a dumass fan. I smiled as jordan walked over to me arms wide open . . . Taylor;; . . .Once again left alone, he got home not so late today but I don't what ya'll would say about 22:20 he decided to start another arguement because I was being quiet but he knows damn well since we moved here I been a quiet person,so we was at it for a while until i said " I don't know if its just me but when some people are bigger than us they seem to think they can do anything!" I semi-yelled he looked at me bout to walk away " fuck you Jazzel" he shouted back. I was already in tears and i turned my back as we went separate way i touched the white walls on the staircase as I was tryna catch my balance I felt so trapped, I don't understand why I was not socializing. I walked into my closet and sat on the table thing that was in the middle, maybe I should leave him, for a while. . . I think. I got some suitcases and packed my sorrow away as tears ran down my cheeks when i had packed everything away I came down the stairs slowly and carefully with some bags and I could hear his stupid ass shootin hoops in the base ment I left the bags on the floor I was on and went to the basement and stood by the door "where you goin?"he asked "and have you been crying?" "no no im. . . going for abit" i replied "going where thought taylor?" "to Teresa's place forever even until I get my own place" i explained, I started crying again im suprised I still had more tears he looked at me with his eyes watering "taylor you are leaving me?" I nodded my head and i started to explain why i was leaving " so later then" i said " is it really necessary?"he asked in tears trying to hold them back, but it was he hurt me slowly fucking creep i aint coming back!
Jordan;; . . .I really did lover her, she leaving me I didn't recognize this fame doing us part, I watched her go up the stairs. I threw the ball at the wall getting my anger out on it.If she didn't want contact with me I knew I could still take care of her through her sister, I know I got involved with the wrong shit but I was close to her sister so i guess I could give her the money and shii etc. [/i]
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Post by XxLalaBuggxX on Aug 25, 2009 23:21:01 GMT -5
Wow thats some mess rite there.. People get money & fame & than they don't know how to act ne more. Why dont Tyler go out & try & met new ppl?! Jordan is!! Wonder if he's really cheating on her with Rihanna?! Update When u can!!
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Post by skittles920 on Sept 19, 2009 23:01:09 GMT -5
new reader: wow. dats fucked up. how he gonna lie & she has proof dat he w/ some2 else && on top of dat he w/ dat hoe rihanna!! i can't stand her!! i'm glad she left him. i thought she wuz gonna b like sum otha gurls & stay w/ him even tho she kno he cheatin but she left. gud 4 her. hopefully she'll find some1 else. lovin it. update asap
skittles920♥
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