Love in Compton(A Straight Outta Compton story)

What should I do, Dre?

After Cube slapped me, pulled his gun out on me and cussed me out, I thought it was best to be away from him for awhile. I decided to talk to Dre about what happened. With tears still rolling down my face, they burn my cheeks and I knock at the door to see if Dre would answer. Turns out the doctor isn't in, so I curled up like a cat, still crying and waited for Dre to come back.

1 hour later...

"Elise, get up..." I heard Dre say to me. I got up slowly and looked up at him. He was shocked to see me like this, with red cheeks that are matching with red eyes. "Awwww Elise what happen? It's still what Cube did to you, wasn't it?" Dre looks at me with sympathy and affection in his eyes. I nod and wipe some tears. Dre wants me to come in his hotel room to talk about the situation and I didn't mind at all by telling him the whole story. "...So you mean to tell me that Cube grabbed his AK, pulled it out on you and said that if you ask him to hang out, he'd blow your brains out? Then, the nigga slaps you, saying he does what the fuck he wants...and that he's the man in the relationship?" Dre said, while he paced the floor putting everything together. I nod and curl my hands up and put them between my thighs. "Then h-he told me that he doesn't give a fuck about w-what I want me and him to do." I fight through my tears and lays my head down on the table, and when I started to break down, I feel Dre hugging me tight and I hug him back. "OH DRE WHAT DID I DO TO HIM?" He rubs my back and wipes my tears. "It's not you, Elise. It's Cube. I'm not giving him a pass on what he did, because that shit ain't fucking cool...but tour is kinda stressin' on all of us right now, and I see it's really hurting you." I look into Dre's eyes, then look back down to the floor and twiddle my thumbs. "Cube didn't mean nothing of it, he's just a pitbull puppy. Watch, he's gonna wonder where you are, because I know that nigga is gonna fight for you." Dre hands me a plate of cookies he baked with a glass of milk. "You're gonna stay in here for awhile until Cube calms down, alright? I don't want you to be in the room and he did this to you." I keep quiet and nod while I'm eating the cookies and watching the A-Team. Let me see how long this will last.