I am Tupac.

happily.

Jada P.O.V

"Why are you mean to him?" My grandpa asked me.

"You wouldn't understand." I said, looking down.

"Well I probably would if you explained it to me." He said.

"I can't, it's complicating." I said.

"You can-"

"No.. grandpa." I interrupted.

"Alright, fine. It's time for bed, go in your room and sleep." He said.

"But I usually sleep in there with y-"

"Jada! Your room! Now! Go to sleep!" He screamed.

I quickly went up to my room and shut the door, jumping in bed and switching off the lamp. Whew, grandpa has never yelled at me ever. He must be mad at me. I sighed loudly, well what the hell did I do? He probably mad because I didn't tell him. & Did y'all hear Lesane little speech? Hmph, he's changed. Ok.

I thought a little more than went to sleep.

A week later.. morning.

"YOU HAVE HER HERE AND I WANT HER!!!" I heard someone scream. The voice sounded so familiar though.. like my father.

"Robsel, I don't have her here." My grandpa said.

Shit. I quickly, but quietly got out of bed and ran into Lesane room. He was sleep. I jumped on him and he woke up.

"AH-" I covered his mouth.

"WHAT THE Hell WAS THAT?!!" My father yelled.

I removed my hand.

"What the fuck wrong with you? It's 7 O' fucking clock in the morning." He whispered.

"Shutup, my daddy is downstairs and he's looking for us.l I heard thumps in the hallway.

"No one is here!" My grandpa yelled.

I got under the bed, and Lesane got into the closet I think. I knew no one would be able to see me because the covers were long and covered the sides of the bed.

Lesane P.O.V

The door had slammed open, and stomps came in. They stopped for a while but I heard them coming towards the closet, which I was in. The closet door opened and there stood jada daddy. He picked, me like dragged, me up by my shirt, making it rip a little. Out of nowhere he punched me in my face twice. And Mr.Pinkett is real strong, imagine that pain.

"Where the fuck is daughter?!" He spat in my face.

"Im gonna ask you one more time... where is my daughter?! Where's Jada?!" He yelled.

I shrugged.

"You do know! Wherever the hell you are she is! And hmmm... you're here! Soooo, where is Jada Lesane!?

"Ion know!" I yelled.

He threw me on the ground and started searching all over the room, causing a mess.

He pointed to me. "You know where she is. I know you know." He smiled.

"Mr.P, I don't." I said.

"Yes you do, your mother said when you lie you get nervous. You're nervous aren't you?" He asked.

"No, I ain't nerv-"