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

18. Cry later

Aaliyah

So I decided that sense my best friend is a fake ass bitch that I was gonna go and visit the only other person that had my back. My home girl from Brooklyn, Kelly Mills, we used to do everything together, sing, model, dance, fight, act, everything...

I'm at her house right now, she called me, we caught up on alot of things. She wanted to curl my hair, cause she said my straight hair is lame, so I said whatever. Her extra ass just got done washing it, after I already told her that it was clean already.

But that's Kelly for you, she doesn't play when it comes to her doing hair, so I just sit back and let her do her thang, ya know. "Aight girl, come on." She said.

I got up and went to the chair, "So how do you want your hair, girl?"

"What was wrong with how I had it, Kels?"

"What wasn't wrong with it." She spat.

"Fuck you, Kels."

She laughed, "Fuck you."

"Kiss my ass, how do you think my hair should be, Ms. expert." I spat playfully.

"Curly, like old times." She smiled.

I smiled back, "Yeah, like old times."

"Curls it is then." She plugged up the blow dryer.

"So, Ms. superstar, kicking it with Tupac Shakur, huh?" She asked as she finished my last curl.

I sighed, "More than kicking it.." I kind of mumbled.

"You date him?!!!" She literally screamed in my ear.

"Damn Kels!" I covered my ears, "Naw. But we used to though..." I looked down.

"Damn, you too huh?"

"Fuck you mean, you too?"

"I mean that, Kidada came by and she was crying talking about some how Tupac broke it off with her to be with you, and then he left without saying goodbye and all that. Meaning that he chose you and played you too, so you too, like I said."

I rolled my eyes at what she just said. That ho ass bitch just won't quit fucking lying all the damn time, "Well first of all, Tupac was MY man for atleast 11 in a half months, then he comes to my house and just randomly breaks it off between us, and I gotta fucking look out the window and see, that bitch, kissing him!" I snapped.

"You okay girl?" She sounded concerned.

"No Kels! And it ain't no fucking, you too!"

"Whatchu mean no Liyah?! I know you ain't trippen over no nigga?!"

"Well guess what, Kels! I am! I fucking am! Whatever, I don't even care, go ahead, call me dumb, but we ain't kids no damn more aight?!"

"It ain't about being kids, Liyah! It's about not letting some nigga hurt chu and mope about that shit!"

I shot up, "What the fuck ever! I'm out!"

I snatched my coat, storming towards her front door. I got into my car and sped off. I didn't know what was wrong with me, I just shook it off, driving faster. My vision began to become blury and eventually I couldn't take it anymore, I covered my mouth, breaking down.

I felt horrible, my head was pounding, my chest was aching, bad, my throat was stinging with pain, and my eyes stung like hell as well. I screamed in anger, hitting my stirring wheel with all my might, and I felt another pain, that i've been holding inside of me for a while now.

And as soon as his name popped up in my head, I began to cry even harder. How could he do this to us, I gave him everything that he ever wanted in a woman, how could he just up and leave me for my bestfriend, well I guess I didn't give him one thing, which was his space...

This was the first time that I had cried about Pac and it hurt like hell to do so. Exspesically knowing that he's somewhere off with ho dada, not even thinking about me. It was smile now, cry later, made me think about Pac's tattoos, that thought just made me even sadder.

Well now I wish I could go back to the smiling part, now i'm crying. I guess I should of seen this coming ya know, when I was smiling. I felt something bad coming, I did, like a huge rush of pain was gonna come and strike me down after all of my fake smiles and what not.

I just need to focus on getting home first, cause I looked like a damn fool, just sitting in the street with tears falling uncontrollably. I got back on the road and continued on my way home, I had no choice, but to keep on driving cause I did not feel like going to jail not today, not ever.

Tupac

It's now, 96 and a nigga is getting more and more famous now. All thanks to Suge, I mean, I know, I know, but shut the fuck up, cause we past all that shit, how would you feel if you put people on and they just up an left you? Not good right?

I still haven't heard about Aaliyah in the news yet, I think she would just be better off coming back to deathrow. I don't really think that shit, it's still fucked up over here, ya know, I just miss her I know, I know, I'm the one that broke it off with her...

I sighed, turning my TV on. My eyes grew wide when a picture of Aaliyah popped up. I turned it all the way up and sat back, a smile slowly growing on my face now.

"Deathrow's Aaliyah well, that's how all of you knew her, now a client on Aftermath Entertainment?"

"That's right, Aaliyah joined yesterday and was spotted having lunch with Dr. Dre."

A few pictures popped up showing her eating and laughing with that fuckin fake ass nigga Dre. Ain't this about a bitch, MY girl with a fuckin mark, oh hell naw. I turned my TV off, storming to my front door of my mansion. I kicked it open with my foot, somebody about to get fucked up...

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