Poetic Monaé • Tupac Shakur

Chapter 75

|Monaé's P.O.V|

"CHRIS!" I exclaim when I spot my body guard after I had walked out of security. It felt good as fuck to be out and back in my own fuckin clothes!.

"Long time no see!!" He chuckled as I embraced him in a hug, I missed this nigga man!. It's funny coz he is literally the only dude that agreed to being my body guard, apparently I'm too risky and 'dangerous' to take care of and shit...but whatever! Me and Chris is tight! And plus I listen to him most of the time.

"You got everything?" He asks and I nod 'yes' . I barely came in this bitch with anything anyway. Just my black clothes, my phone...my gat but obviously they took that shit!. But yeah...

"C'mon then" he put his hand on my back leading me towards the door where I saw loads of news readers and paps along with my supporters. I smirked at this tho...it feels good to get back to normal, even tho this shit is far from normal.

The second I stepped foot out of the jailhouse the people went WILD!, screaming filled my ears as Chris began to push people back while we walked to the car. I tried to keep my head down signing a couple autographs and thanking my fans for their support through my rough patch.
I wasn't even listening to a word any news reader was saying, these fools was all speaking at the same time too! Tryina stuff the mics all up in my grill as Chris backed them away. But even those bitches couldn't dampen my mood right now, I was ready to show the people I was back. I quickly climbed into the back seat of the car and put my black power fist up for respect to all my supporters, as they screamed after me. I smiled noticing they had made banners with my name and lyrics on them. Man my supporters is the bomb.

Once the blacked out door was closed I pulled out my phone to make a call. Man it felt good to able to just do that! When you're Locked up you take these little things for granted.

"Yo Dre!" I speak into the phone the second it stopped ringing as the car began to drive.

"Ay girl?! Wassup?!!" He said in a joyful tone, I ain't speak to this nigga on my personal phone since I got locked up, we spoke around ten times in the year I was absent tho...dre didn't diss me let's just say that!.

"Are you at the studio?" I asked chewing my lip, man I need a blunt.

"Naé...I practically live at the studio fuck you mean!" He chuckled making me smirk, he right.

"Imma meet you at the studio??!" I say immediately. In a determined voice.

"Yeah yeah I'm here with snoop if dat coo?" He replied.

"Yeah it ain't a thang" I shrugged, looking at the scenery of long beach that I missed so much.

"Ain't you even gon go home first?" He chuckled but I kept a straight face. I know I should...but I'm in the vibe already.

"Nah I needa get this shit OUT!...And make sure you got a PHAT. ASS. BLUNT...and that shit had to be fat With a P H!...have that waiting for me Ight?" I say making dre chuckle again as beats played softly in the background.

"Ight! You know yo bro dre gotchu!.." he laughed before speaking again.

"but what's the rush for the studio time?" He asked curiously.

"Let's just say...It's time to show the people nefertaris back..."

I can't believe I'm free...

|A/n : this chapters short and shit but it's a filler!!! xxx|