Poetic Justice :Aaliyah and Tupac "2pac" fanfiction

Chapter 5: Divorce?

Read A/N BEFORE reeading: So I decided to take Oprah out because I was really feeling her being in here with the interview. But I hope thats ok with yall. Ok love ya happy reading 😍😂

So Pac dropped me off at home once again. As I put my key in house door I was terrified once again. I walked in the house and closed the door behind me quietly. I looked at the floor and seen a trail of rose petals .

"Wtf?" I whisper to myself as I followed the petals. " wtf is goin' on?" The petals lead to our backyard. When I look through the slide door,I seen Kelly with a suit and tie on, standing next to a black round table with two black chairs with two tall candles lit and rose petals. My face was in awe at how he decorated the whole backyard. A small smiled creeped on my face and tears started to form. I open the slide door and walked toward Kelly. By this time I was in tears

"Baby girl why you crying?" He said with a small smile as he held my hand.

"Be-because." I stutter looking at the ground.

"B-because of what? Because ain't an answer." giggled lowly causing to do the same.

"Because like 3hours ago you was drunk and shit and now you like the Kelly I first met." I look at him. He sighed and looked away from me because he knew what I was talking about.

"Come on baby lets eat." He changed the subject. He pulled my seat out so I can sit and pushed me in.

"Y thank you." I flashed a smile. At this time I was feeling like how a queen should be treated. I haven't felt like this in years. Literally. Years.

"Y your welcome madam." I giggled at his impression of a British accent. The waiter came out to our table.

"Madam what can I get you to drink?."

"I would love to have the 'Sex on the Beach'." Iicked my lips at the thought of the drink. "On the rocks please." Kelly looked at me surprised. Even the waiter. I know yall probably like "You to young to have alcohol. Your only 15." believe me or not , when I was 9 I use to get drunk just to get my dad attention. The only way we would have a great with each other, was by getting drunk. I know ...what a childhood .

"And sir you?

"I Will like to have the Strawberry Fruity Margarita on the rocks."

The waiter wrote down our drinks on his note pad. and nodded and went to out kitchen.

A minute went by and the waiter came back with our drinks.

"Thanks" I smiled at him.

"Your welcome madam." he nodded and smiled. He made his way back to the kitchen

"Liyah, I didn't know you still drink." Kelly said as he took a sip from his margarita.

" I don't drink like I did before." I took a sip from my drink. He just nodded his head.

"Umm so what made you decide to make dinner special like this?" I smiled at him.

"I wanna to treat you like a queen you are."

I flashed him a fake ass smile because I knew that nigga was lying.

I just took a sip of my drink and nodded. I knew something was up I didn't want to bring it up. So all those other times he been treating me like a dog, a slave, and today he wants to treat me like a "Queen". Some ironic shit.

"So what are we having for dinner Kelly?" I looked at him.

"We're having your favorite dish Liyah."