Chapter 3

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We pulled up to this big ass house. I know he's a rapper and all but damn.
He came around and opened my door for me and attempted to help me out the car .
I snatched my arm back .
"I can fuckin walk you know ."

"Aye , u gone have to cut out that fuckin attitude , ".

I smacked my teeth and followed him to his door .
"Mean
ass bitch," he mutters unlocking the door.

"What did u just call me ?"

" I said you a mean bitch," he says nonchantly .

"You don't know nothing about me , and if I'm a bitch ya moms a bitch ", I spat back.

" We not talking bout my mom , we talking bout yo ungreatful ass", he says in amusement.

"Bye".

"Where you finna go " , he says thinking this is funny .

"Fuck you , I'll walk motherfucker.."

Just as soon as I start to walk away he grabs my arm .
"Stop being dramatic" , he says smirking "come in girl".

I hesitate but follow him in .

I ain't gone lie this place is bomb. I take a seat gonna couch and cross my arms.

"You want something to eat?", he says from the kitchen.

"Nahh , I'm straight,".

He walks in and shrugs .
" You wanna talk about what happened ? " , he asks.

I sigh and tell my story.

-- FlashBack ---

I glance down at the test . Damn . Positive. I'm happy but I know Dre won't be .

I throw the test in the trash. I look at dre's sleeping face and sigh.

I head downstairs and began to cook breakfast .

30 mins later--

"Wtf is this ," Dre says holding up my test.

I knew I should have burned it.

I stay silent .

" I don't want no damn child and I don't want you , get out my damn house ."

We argue and argue .
The nigga then physically takes me and throws me out .

--- end of flashback --

I look at tupac's face and see anger and sadness.

"Damn baby , that's fucked up." , he says looking down .

I just nod .

" I got some clothes u can borrow", he says running upstairs.

He comes back down with a T-shirt and basketball shorts .

"Thanks", I mutter heading to the shower.

--30 mins later --

I walk into the living room and see tupac sleeping with q note on his head that say go to my room .

I giggle and walk upstairs.

He's low key sweet .
I snuggle under the covers and fall into a deep sleep.

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