𝐖𝐓𝐃𝐑.

008.

' 𝐓𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝟒, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟒 '
tupac's residence ━━
stone mountain, georgia !

It was 7 am when I got settled in one of the six bedrooms of Tupac's 2.2 acre home in Stone Mountain, Georgia. The house was large enough to raise a big family in. After my much needed shower, there was a knock on the door that belonged to nobody other than him.

"You decent?" He questioned on the other side of the door. "Yes, you may come in." I reassured him, into which he walked into the bedroom with a plate of breakfast on a trey.

Scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast- it looked beyond scrumptious and this was yet another thing I learned about him. He could apparently throw down in the kitchen as well.

He stared at me for a bit, and that's when I realized he must've saw the black and blue tinted bruises on my face that were slowly attempting to heal. "Wha- when did this happen to you?" He sat the trey down before inching closer to me.

"Oh, it's nothing. I really don't wanna talk about it, so if you don't mind..." I stepped back a little, but he only stepped closer to me. "Did your ex touch you? Did he do this to you?" His jaws instantly clinched up, a vein nearly popping on the side of his forehead.

"No, he didn't touch me..It was a fight I had with someone, okay? That's all I'm willing to say right now." I was not ready to talk about what happened and nobody was going to force me too either.

"Have you went to the doctor for it? I think you should get yourself checked." He eyed every angle of my face before giving me the most sympathetic facial expression ever- something that I did not need.

"I don't want to go to the doctor. I shouldn't have to, it'll heal all on it's on." He shook his head before motioning for me to sit down on the bed. I tried to put up a fight about it but he didn't back down so I sat down since I knew I wasn't going to win.

"What are you about to do?" I watched him walk into the bathroom, coming back out with a kit and other medical items. "I'm gonna hook you up so the healing process can be faster. Alright?" He stood over me who was laid back on the bed.

"Okay, Dr. Shakur." I snickered, seeing him grab a tube of vitamin c ointment. "Are you still in pain?" He looked down at me as he applied the cream on my face with a cotton ball. "No." I responded, my eyes adverting at his every action.

"Then that means it's gonna take no time for it to heal then. You don't have anything to worry about. Just make sure this doesn't happen again, you can't go getting that pretty face messed up." He mumbled the last part underneath his breath but it was clear enough for me to hear.

"You think I'm pretty?" He closed the lid of the tube, putting it back in the kit before he looked back at me. "Of course. I mean, who doesn't think you're pretty?" He winked, a grin evident on his face as he closed the kit back up.

I smiled softly but that's when Ricardo appeared in my mind. From the day that we first met, to the day that he cut all ties with me. I was still hurt and I knew this pain wasn't going to go anywhere unless I expressed it into a song. That was what I knew best.

"I whipped up a little something, something in the kitchen for you cause I heard your stomach growling while you were sleeping on the plane. I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at Tupac who held up the trey in front of me.