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Chapter Twentytwo Mya Anderson Mya's House - Three Days Later
I sat in my living room with Kayla, Syren, EJ and Eva trying to get myself out of this depression. I haven't really said anything to anyone after my store got wrecked. I guess you can say I'm still in shock.
Grabbing my phone I opened Instagram. I've been receiving so much backlash and if I said it wasn't bothering me, I'd be lying. I just don't understand how this is my fault. This is another reason why I didn't want to be with Chris. My life is no longer private, people are jumping to conclusions, listening to blogs and just being disrespectful for no reason.
Clicking my story, I watched the video I posted last night. You could see the pain all in my eyes.
"It's so fucked up that I have to even get on here and explain myself but if it'll make everybody get the fuck off my back then here we go. Let's make one thing clear. The store that I opened in LA came from my pockets. My boyfriend did not give me one dime nor did I ask him to. This location was a dream of mine long before Chris even came into the picture. I have a very successful store in Miami, I don't need his money. Second thing, why would I hire somebody to destroy something? I've read so many comments that said I did this for an insurance job. Obviously a lot of you just talk without knowing how shit works. Why would I go through all the shit I went through to get my store just to have someone destroy it because y'all broke bums think I need some money?! That's not the case at all. There as so many different speculations and I can't keep sitting back keeping my mouth closed. My store was ruined by a Latina woman that thought it was okay to call me a black bitch and got smacked in her fucking face for it. I've been dealing with sooooo much shit lately FOR NO FUCKING REASON or a because a Bitch is jealous and I'm so over it. I should be focusing on bouncing back from all this. This bullshit here is setting me back for months! But no I gotta deal with miserable ass people that feel like they have the right to judge some shit y'all don't have a fucking clue about. Just leave me the fuck alone. Worry about Chris, he's the famous person not me, I'm just fucking him. I ain't trying to be famous I don't need no clout. I am gooooood. PERIOD"
The video cut off and it took no time for it to be posted on blogs. A lot of people were asking for the chicks @ and even though I wanted to find it and post it, I just turned my phone off. When I cut it back on this morning, I had so many messages from Chris. He told me I shouldn't have done that, it's just adding fuel to the fire. He wants me to just sit back and bite my tongue. No! Not this fucking time!
"Girl stay off social media it's just going to make shit worse." EJ said while grabbing my phone.
I rolled my eyes and sunk down in my seat.
"I can't believe you haven't pulled up on these bitches yet. That's the only thing I'm tripping on." Kayla said. "Like what's the fucking hold up?"
