Chapter 36 - You Were The Father

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~Pac~

Eazy stayed by Mercedes side all night. He never left her alone.When I first walked into that hospital room and saw that tube going down Mercedes throat. I almost lost it. Seeing her like that was driving me insane. All I wanted to do was find the muthafuckas that did this to her. My heart was so heavy I could barely keep it together. Eazy and I sat on opposite sides of Mercedes bed as we patiently awaited the results to the DNA test. I wanted to be a father but I didn't want to be a father like this. Eazy's eyes were still red from crying but all night I been trying to hold back tears. I found a few moments that when I went to the bathroom I would cry. All I wanted was for Mercedes to wake up. All I wanted was to hear her speak to me.  I started to bite my nails as I could feel myself becoming anxious.

"Whatever happens man I don't want you to feel bad" said Eazy breaking the silence between us

"I'm always going to feel bad man I came between ya'll and ya'll marriage I'm the reason ya'll fell apart" I said with guilt coming over me

"If anything you brought us closer together...I been cheating on her for years and now I'm finally realizing that if she wants another man she can get him...."

As I listened to Eazy all I heared was bullshit. He made it seem like he was proud that he was cheating on her. I don't know if he still is but he has a good woman and I feel like he doesn't deserve Mercedes. She pushed me away so many times for this nigga. I just wish I could get the chance to show her what love really feels and looks like.

"I admit I was heartbroken but my brokenheart ain't shit compared to what I put her through" he said looking at her.

Just then Dr. Peller came in.

"Alright gentlemen I have the results.." he said holding a clip board in his hand "the father of the miscarried child is  Mr. Tupac Shakur...I'm very sorry for your loss" said Dr. Peller looking at me.

Eazy had the look of disappointment on his face. What does it matter? The nigga already got a football team. At that moment all I could do was put my hands on my head as tears started to fall down my face. I would of been a father for the first time. Now I really have to get those niggas.


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