Poetic Justice :Aaliyah and Tupac "2pac" fanfiction

Chapter 13: The Question

That same night
11:30 pm

Tupac P.O.V

Ring ring. Why is the phone ringing at this time. Its 11:30. I have to wake up at 6.

Grabbed the phone. "Hello" I said sleepy. All I hear was crying. "Ma? Whats wrong."

She sniffed "Sekiywa got shot."

"Shot?" I sat up on my bed. "I mean she gonna be ok. Right?" I was on the urge of crying.

She stay silent. I rubbed my forehead and closed my eyes."Tupac."

"Um yeah?"

"Im sooo sorry."

"Nah ma it aint you fault."

"Yes it is Pac. I told her she can go with her friends to this one party. I trust her since she 18 she partly grown. And the hospital just called said that she...yeah."

I shooked my head. "Ma please don't beat yourself up about this. Iight? You didn't know this was gonna happen."

"I just feel that I've failed to be a mother." She cried.

"Aye ma, I don't what to hear you ever talk like that iight. You are the mother every one wish they can have. You never failed."

"Thanks baby." She sniffed."

"Your welcome."

She sighed. "Well ima let you go back to sleep. Iight Love you Tupac."

"Love you too." I hung up. I put the phone back on the receiver and sighed heavily. How am I supposed to go to sleep now. My ma just told me my baby sister just got shot and killed. What the fuck man! Can my life get any worst?

I got out of bed. I grabbed my notebook and went to our backyard. Yes our backyard is a beach. I turned on the back porch light on so I wouldn't be completely in the dark. I sat on the sand to where the water can touch my feet. When I have something heavy on my mind I come here. The sound of the water help me clear my mind. To much shit is going on at once. So I started to write different poems.

Aaliyah P.O.V

35 minutes later

I got up in the middle of the night because my mouth was dry. So I got out of bed and went to the kitchen to get some water. As I walked to the kitchen, I stopped and seen Pac sitting on the sand. I looked at the clock and it was 12:35 in the morning. He as an interview in a couple of hours. I grabbed the blanket that was on the couch and wrapped it around my body then walked to where he was. I closed the patio door softly so he would hear me. Its hella cold out here. I sat next to Pac and wrapped the blanket around us.

"Pac its 12:35 in morning. What are you doing up?" He didn't answer. He just had his pencil in his hand and was staring out to the ocean. To be honest the ocean was beautiful. With the moonlight shining on the water. I looked at him and he had a tear rolling down his cheek. I wiped his tear with my thumb and I frowned my eyebrows. I never seen him cry before. "Pac whats wrong?"

"My ma just called." Tears started to come down faster.

"What she say?"