The Aftermath

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May 1996:
Tupac

'LET GO OF ME!'

'LEAVE ME ALONE!'

'YOUR HURTING ME!'

'STOP DEVANTE, I LOVE YOU, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TOO ME?!'

I heard Justine shouting from upstairs as I arrived into the house placing my jacket on the hook quickly.

Without even turning on the lights to see where I was going, I ran up the stairs to find Justine. I heard the bed screech and banging which seemed to be bodies coming from the furniture.

Damn my heart stopped as I was thinking that someone actually broke into my house and attacked Justine. But this shit that I was witnessing was nothing like her.

She was up with her hair still neat and curly and as for usual, she had one of my t-shirts on, but she was up, destroying my room. Some of the furniture I had looked that it had been thrown about the place as glass particles were on the floor. I spotted the ashtray filled with blunts on the nightstand and the Hennessy that was half drunken.

'OMG OMG OMG!'

'YOU ARE HURTING ME!'

'WHERES PAC? PAC! TUPAAACCCC!'

I ran over to her to shake her out of whatever she was doing. I gripped her arm tightly so I wouldn't let her slip away from me.

'I'm here Justine, no one can hurt you' I comforted her

As I hugged her, she smelt like weed really badly. She was also sweaty as her skin was slippery. I took myself away from her a little bit still holding onto her arms.

Her eyes were red but soon started to boil as her eyes got glossy. Her face softened but it was a look that she had which was unreadable which scared me before she let it all out.

She dragged my arms down and went over to the bed as she sobbed heavily with her hands over her face.

I was lost for words. I didn't know what to say or do. I was just getting used to my trashed room and her acting all weirdly.

'I'm a fucking mess!' She cried at removing her hands away from her face

'Don't tell yourself that' I said looking way more vulnerable than her

'What you mean don't tell myself that?' She looked up at me as if I was stupid 'I trashed your room because my crazy ass was having a mental breakdown. That son of a bitch DeVante came back in my life and now I can't start thinking about him. It's like when I think about why I left him, I start to feel a type of way and react to it unexpectedly'

I still looked at her with widen eyes as I was trying to catch on to what she just told me.

'What do you mean he came back into your life?' I cocked my eyebrow

'That night were I was performing on Soul train, he was performing too with Jodeci' I explained 'I don't know man, we spoke for a little bit and he was saying some things that I've told him before which made me think if I should reconsider getting back with him and now I'm here killing myself and expressing anger on objects...What madness?'

I was going to open my mouth to respond back to her but she immediately stopped me as she wasn't finished.

'Look Pac it was nice of you to let me stay here but I can't anymore' she stood up

'What do you mean?' I asked as I grew more concerned

'Do you not know what I just done?' She asked in a high pitched voice as her hand pointed at the mess 'I can't act right and I don't want to hurt you, or others...I rather be alone and just hurt myself So overs don't have to suffer just like I do '

I rather be alone and just hurt myself So overs don't have to suffer just like I do..... Those lines on its own made my heart sunk. How could she ever think like that?

'No Justine don't you need to get-'

'NO!' She shouted interrupting me 'THAT BULLSHIT DOESN'T HELP! LOOK AT DEVANTE, REASONS WHY HE ABUSED ME WAS BECAUSE OF THOSE DUMB ASS PILLS THAT THEY GAVE TO HIM. HE WOULD TAKE THEM BUT SHIT WOULDN'T GET BETTER. THAT NIGGA INTERMITTENT EXPLOSIVE DISORDER, PISS HIM OF AND I'LL SWEAR HE'L TRY TO KILL YOU. THIS CUT UNDER MY EYES WAS THE GLASS HE STABBED ME WITH, ALL THOSE BRUSES HE GAVE ME WAS JUST BY HIS POWERFUL FIST, THE VIOLENTLY WAY HE WOULD DRAG MY HAIR....DAMN SOME OF IT EVEN CAME OUT AND IF YOU SEE THAT I HAVE A DIFFERENT WAY OF WALKING, ITS BECAUSE I FELL DOWN THE STAIRS AND HE DID NOTHING BUT WATCH ME FALL!'

My mind went blank and all I could think about was DeVante trying to kill her. I realised my grip was free from her as she pushed me out the way and ran into the bathroom.

I ran after her but I wasn't fast enough because as soon as I reached the bathroom, the door was slam straight into my face. Nothing bad anger grew within me as I pounded at the door.

'JUSTINE, OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!' I shouted

'LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!' She shouted back

'Not as soon as you open the door' I lowered my voice

'NO!' She shouted

'FUCK YOU THEN...FUCKING OUT OF CONTROL BITCH' I shouted back pounding the door with my fist not thinking of my choice of wording

It didn't hear nothing from her and to be honest, I didn't care if she killed herself or not. Argument got me so heated that I then too started acting like crazy, throwing stuff about the place and breaking things.

Thank God I got a house that doesn't surround other houses or people would be getting into our business and probably like five police cars out there waiting to take my ass again.

After dismantling shit in the other room, I grew tired and became sweaty from all the energy I used up. I took my shirt of and fling it the side as I dropped onto the bed. I sighed deeply rubbing my face slowly as I was depressed and upset.

Damn she got a nigga crying....