▌𝘾𝙞𝙩𝙢▌𝐓𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫
𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩
𝙀𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝
𝙇𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙇𝘼𝘾𝙀. A girl with a brother of many sorts and a new found lover with problems, in this story no one really wins.
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July 4, 1993 LA, California Eastwood hotel
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I awakened as I felt a warm presence underneath me. I began to let out a sigh before I rubbed my eyes. I looked up at this person and groaned.
"You want breakfast?" He asked with his eyes still closed. The voice scared the hell out of me, but I slowly let it slip by wondering why I was being tricked by him being asleep.
"You've been up?" I questioned as I slowly felt my mouth get dry. I tried my hardest to keep my eyes open but they were slowly closing from the comfort I was feeling upon. Shakur rubbed my back as he didn't answer me. I knew why he didn't answer me, it was simple I didn't answer his own question.
I forced my eyes open as I looked up to him seeing that he was fake sleeping. "Yeah, why not," I responded to his answer as I sighed once more.
"Alright." He took in response with a smile. I rolled my eyes before I chuckled. "Fake sleeping ass," I mumbled.
I was stupid. A dumbass completely, I never imagined myself being in a rapper's bed or having breakfast right after, usually, I expected to be kicked out and sent my way. Hell, my brother would do groupies like that when they were in this position, mostly if I was on tour with him, they would just be everywhere- the studio, the bus, after the performance, they would come and go from his dismissal or his approval. I would always think men would treat women like that, like shit. Even if pac didn't kick me out I still doubted that he even fucked with me like that.
