𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮 |ᵗᵘᵖᵃᶜ ˢʰᵃᵏᵘʳ (on hold)

seven

"You need a break, you haven't taken a break since Sunday." Pac states the obvious. My face scrunched up in anger while I graded this week's spelling test. I let out a sigh calming my features. 

"I'm fine Tupac, can you leave me alone?" I ask in the nicest way possible not even looking at him. 

Pac sucked his teeth and mutters "Fuck that." He comes in front of my desk and snatches the papers out my hands. 

"WHAT THE FUCK!" I yell at Pac shooting up out of my seat slamming my hands against the hard surface. 

"You gave kindergartners a fucking project that's twenty-five percent of their grade. Fucking kindergartners Nadia, they're babies." 

I'm so agitated "Well maybe their parents shouldn't have sent them to a project-based learning school then huh." I resort back to him in a smart ass way before heading towards the door. "And another thing who the fuck are you to tell me when I need a break and how to do my job." I say gaining a splurge of confidence stepping up to him. His eyebrow cocked and he licked his lips and laced his hands in front of him, which encouraged me to continue. "You don't fucking know me and you don't tell me what to-" 

Tupac shuts me up by gently pushing me up against the wall. His hand slid up to my neck and held it in a firm demanding hold. "I don't know who you are talking to little girl, but I'm here to help your bratty ass," He presses his body against mine and leaned down and whispered, "So stop being so fuckin' stubborn and drop the motherfuckin' attitude before I force it out of you." 

He states giving my neck a small squeeze causing a soft moan to fall from my lips impulsively. I look up at his hazel eyes and I hate to admit that I was extremely turned on and I wasn't doing a good job at hiding it. He lets go of my neck and he licks his lips once more "Take a break, Nadia." He says calmly while pushing some hair out of my face then leaving the room.

I let out a sigh and shake my head. I hate to admit but he was right I needed a break. I haven't stopped working since I found out my mom slipped into a coma. I walked out of my office into my bathroom to run a bath. I added a non-scented bubble bath then sunk myself into my bath letting the hot water relax me. Though I was relaxed my heart was heavy which made me shed a couple of tears. Those couple of tears then developed to full-on sobbing. I clutched my arms around my knees that were pushed against my chest and continued the sobs that fell from my mouth. 

I cried for my mother lying in a hospital bed. I cried about the hospital fees that would be making their way into my mailbox. I cried about the loneliness I felt. I officially had no one left. I had stepbrothers and sisters who loathe me, an absent and rich father who sends a card and 5,000 for a birthday. I was alone and worst of all scared.

I door creaked and reviled a sorrow-filled Tupac with a towel thrown around his shoulder. "Come on baby girl you've been in here for an hour." I noticed the clumps of small suds around my body and the lukewarmness of the water. Pac laid the towel on the sink before leaving. 

I drain the tub before stepping out of the bath and into the cold air of the bathroom.
I dried off and gotten myself dressed, just to lay down in my room.
"You're a mommas girl, nice to know they exist." Pac's voice enters the room. I turn myself to face him. 

"She's the only parent I have." I say watching his figure at the door. 

He responds quickly "No she's not, but that's a discussion for another day." Knowing what he is talking about I drop the conversation. 

"Pac will you lay with me." I ask him my face pouty from the crying. 

He nods before climbing under the covers with me pulling me into his arms. I bury my face in his chest feeling comfort in his arms. 

"I can promise you one thing baby girl: everything is going to be fine." He says placing a kiss on the crown of my head as I dose off.

a/n:

 no more sad shit for a min after this i promise