𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑰E ᴅevante ꜱᴡɪɴɢ

𓈈▮He just won't stop▮

❝Do you feel something?❞

ꗃ𓂃҂𓈈▬ December 5, 1991
California. no placement
NOT EDITED

"Do you know how many girls are going to be in Miami suge? Why are you leaving so suddenly."

"I have a business trip there, trying to co-sign someone for demos."

"For demos? Why can't Dre do it?"

"Well if he would keep his head in the game, and pick up my phone calls he would,"

"Bullshit. You have so many people on your team to go out do it, to go but this one person is so special? Huh?"

Smack. His hands left the air and straight to my face. I didn't freeze and I didn't panic. Not until he made me face him and quickly retract the tears that wanted to come out. Suge pressured his hands on my shoulder as he looked me in the eyes. "You listen to me. You're going to let me go on this Miami trip with no headaches, no bitchy attitudes, and no phone calls. Since you want to complain about me doing business and putting shine in and around your bubble, I'm not going to pick up any calls, not a voice message it goes straight to slender, nothing. I'm going to leave you alone for a couple of days but when I get back you better not keep this shit up."

I began to cry as he squeezed my shoulders in a rough manner trying to make me behave. It was easily an order he was giving me. "O-okay...I promise."

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And that's what I did the whole week I kept in line and I kept it that way until he left for Miami when he did leave he left me a surprise and that was mostly the car that he bought me it turned out the weeks that I've been with you him. He would spoil me by buying me clothes, buying me jewelry, he did everything, and in the end, had to be his puppet and listen to everything he told me to do and I did so.

There were times that we would get into fights every single day and it was usually because I hated the habits he would have. At moments, he would want sex, and others would make comments about what I was going out. Stuff like that and I took it, more likely took every hit he gave me. I thought it was love, but I didn't know what it was. He would say times and times he would do his wrongs and it made me forgive him. I really felt like when he did what he did it was just his insecurities. I've been there before. I've had my insecurities, so I knew how he felt. I tried not to step over his shoes at times but it was hard because he took everything to heart and I would always try to not make him feel that way.

But every time I did, I would be punished. Ending in my own misery.