Mystery's POV
The Following Day
"Some nigga was in MY house!" Dre yells , as I nod my head, and Tijah was all up on him as if he was a stripping pole.
"Dre she told the story fifteen times already, can we please go?" She begs.
"Bitch get off me!" He brutally pushes her off of him, making her fall to the floor hard.
"Now you!" He points towards me. "WHY THE FUCK WAS YOUR DAMN BABY DADDY HERE!" He yells again, as Tijah starts to let out a loud wail.
"Dre I don't fucking now! The nigga crazy as hell! And he ain't my baby daddy!" I defend myself.
"Why was he here then?" He asks, lowering the tone in his voice, but quickly raised it back up, "TIJAH SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
She quickly stops and runs upstairs.
"Dre I just told you he's crazy, and he'll probably come back!"
"Okay." He simply says, and starts pacing all around the house. "Okay. I know exactly how to deal with this." He goes upstairs and comes back with a suitcase. "Get out."
"What?"
"Mystery you heard me, get out." He throws the suitcase at me, "I love you very much, but I ain't finna have no crazy nigga come back to my house tryna beat your ass!"
"You love me but won't hesitate to kick me and your niece or nephew out?" I ask as I picking up the suitcase.
"Yep. Pretty much." He says, heading back upstairs. "But also," he starts, turning back around. "don't go back to Momma's house either, because I still don't like that nigga she with, what's his name again? Neal? Jacob? Something like that, but can you lock the door on your way out too? Bye."
I walk out the house, not locking the door even though Dre told me to, "Where the fuck am I finna go?"
Compton, California
"Tiana I seriously need somewhere to stay... Dre kicked me out!" I beg Tiana.
"Okay girl.. come on in." She rushes me into her apartment and makes sure the door is locked.
"Okay, so the baby is okay, right?" She asks as I sit on the couch.
"Yeah, it's fine.. but I know for sure I ain't." Tiana walks into the kitchen and comes back with some ginger ale.
"Here girl," she hands me the ginger ale and sits next to me, "Okay, so how exactly do we know he isn't still in Los Angeles? Or, if he knows you're here right now?" Tiana asks, sounding concerned.
"He probably still is in Los Angeles, but I don't want to worry about it." I respond, but to pressured to pretend I'm not worried.
"Okay... but if he isn't the baby daddy, then who is?"
Go ahead, y'all can call me a hoe if you want.
"His friend." I answer.
"Who?"
I hate it when she does this.
"Girl you don't know him." I say with an attitude, crossing my arms.
"Mystery I might! You know how I get around." She smirks.
"You nasty." I laugh, then she starts laughing too.
Still laughing she says, "nah but forreal, who yo baby daddy?"
"Nasir Armstrong, one of Earl's close friends." I tell her.
"Oooh that name ring a bell." She says as I shove her arm. "Okay fine, it don't. But he also still in Jersey right?"
"I'm not sure.. I actually haven't seen him since I left, and he was the last person I saw." I explain to her.
"Soooo.... did you give him some?"
"Tiana!" I take a sip of the ginger ale.
"What girl I'm just asking! But if you did give him some, did he bust a nut? Because now I'm wondering if you're having twins or not?" She smiles, grabbing the remote that was on the table and turns the TV on.
"Rapper Dr. Dre has been arrested in his home in Los Angeles, California after an alleged argument with his girlfriend, Tijah Johnson turned violent. This also isn't the rappers first time being arrested for beating on women. The first incident with singer Michel'le in 1989..." The reporter went on.
"Damn, your brother some else Mystery."
"Trust me, I know."
July 15, 1992
Dre is now officially a two-time loser.
Which means he's on his second strike, one more and that nigga is on to jail for the rest of his life.
And, he is now labeled an "abuser" in the music industry.
Which really isn't great on his part.
Nor Suge's, knowing now there's no way he and Earl can track me and my baby down again.
Thank God!
"Mystery!" Tiana calls me and starts gesturing me towards the window in the kitchen.
"What?" I ask her, walking towards the window.
She points towards some crackhead begging some teenager for drugs.
"So what? It's some crackhead." I shrug it off.
"Girl pay closer attention!" I take a closer look at the crackhead, then it hits me.
"Yanna's a crackhead?"
"Yup, full on crackhead too. In fact, just a few weeks ago, Armani and Aaron had came, and she was asking Aaron for some crack," She laughs. "Ain't that some shit?"
That in fact, wasn't funny.
"When did she-"
"Soon after we'd all graduated. You know the drug dealer who lived up the street from Armani's house? He came up to us one day and said he had some "special sugar" he wanted us to try. Now me, being the smart friend said no, but Yanna, being dumb as shit, said yes thinking it was actual sugar then she became addicted, and the rest is history." She explains.
Damn.. Yanna's really a crackhead?
"But, it ain't her fault. Even though me and Armani has tried to get her into rehab millions of times."
Why was I never told this?
"But, luckily me and Armani have decided to try again, and hopefully with you on our side, we'll finally get her into Rehab!" She gleefully says, taking a grape out of a fruit bowl and eating it.
"Is she back in town?" I ask her.
"Yeah, she's on her way now to the apartment, I'm sure she'll be happy to see you." She takes an apple from the fruit container and walks out of the kitchen.
Why am I always left out?
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I be wondering the same too, why is Mystery always left out?
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FanficAlleged STDs, Crushes, Heartbreaks, & a whole lot of more shit Mystery had to go through. From her naive years as a teenager to her more developed years as an adult, she goes through torture and back-and it only gets worse. All rights reserved to @t...
