𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐨𝐰. || 𝐚. 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧 & 𝐭. 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫

14. The shocking truth❗

Aaliyah

So Pac went to the studio today, well that's what he said, but he's really meeting up with Suge. Yeah he thought I didn't know that shit, but one of his old friends came by and told me all about how Tupac beat Suge with a chair. He said he didn't know why, but he felt like it was something Pac was not telling him and I'm gonna find out what that is...

I put the back of my hair to the front of my hair, I took the front and brushed it to the back and quickly put it into a ponytail. I tied my black bandana around the front part of my head, then my jacket and my locs.

I sighed as I looked into my bedroom mirror, I hope that he's not in danger as I'm getting ready right now to go and spy on him. I'm sad that this is what it came to, but it is what the hell it is, he's my boyfriend and I think that shit like this is my business as well.

I whipped out my pager and saw that Yafeu had paged me the place. So I shoved my pager back into my huge black jeans and ran out of my house, jetting to my automobile bill.

I quickly sped off, going straight to the place where Tupac and fat ass were located at.....

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"Ms. Aaliyah?"

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"Aaliyah?"

"Oh, sorry I just get so mad when I talk about this shit like, how could he do this to me?!" I shout out of anger and hurt.

"Ms. Haug---." She starts.

"I was there!!!" I cry cutting her off.

"I understand, but I'm here to get the story so I can tell the world about what life was like on death row with Gangster rapper, Tu'pac Sh'kir." How this bitch just said his name I almost snapped her fuckin neck just now.

"TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR! NOT TU'PAC, NOT SH'KIR! IT'S TUPAC SHAKUR!" I snap.

"Okay I apologize."

"No, no, no, I do, I'm just hurting so much right now." I break down in my hands.

"I'm trying to understand that. You know that right? I'm trying to help you out, I want answers just like you want answers, but, we have to work together here alright?"

"Aigh." I wipe my eyes and sniffle, "I'll continue now."

She nods, "Go ahead Ms. Haughton."

•••

So I went to the spot and bam, there Pac was sitting at one of those table's with the umbrella over it, he was soon joined by Suge. I sat up in shock, because of Pac's agreesive behavior...

I got out of the car and jogged behind a bush so I could hear their conversation. I hope it's not what I think it's about, because I'll be forced to fuck Suge up on sight.

"Aye yo Pac. Why you goin off on me like this?!" I'm just tryna help you! You! So fu---." Suge started.

"Help me by fuckin killin me?!! What the fuck type of shit is that?!!" I heard Pac semi yell.

"Oh that. Ima do it too, sense you don't wanna bring yo bald headed ass back then yo ass is dead meat I gave yo ass a fuckin chance Tupac......"

I heard Pac laugh, "You really think that yo muthafuckin ass is gonna threaten a nigga and then i'm supposed to cry like a little bitch and run back to bitch row?! Mannn, fuck you and shit row all y'all snake, punk ass bitches! Y'all muthafuckas want some?! Come at me with that shit to my muthafuckin face then hoe ass muthafuckas!" He snapped.