Chapter Two
"Come on, dad. Don't be like that. I'm finna be late to this concert."
"I don't care Tupac," Michael Jackson had hissed at him. "I thought I told you to do all of your chores before you go to the concert, but you ain't done any of that, so therefore you're not going."
Tupac and his father Michael were in the dining room together, but Michael wouldn't have let Tupac go to the concert with Notorious and Nate Dogg because he hadn't completed his chores on time.
Michael was reading his newspaper, and he had been very strict on his four children especially when his wife had died.
His wife was everything to him but she was gone.
And they had four kids in total: Tupac, Eazy E, XXXTentacion and JuiceWrld- from oldest to youngest in that order as well.
She had died last year after cancer sadly, and Michael had received this news when he was at work and he had to rush over to the hospital, but he didn't make it in time.
Not only was he the strictest on Tupac because he was the oldest, he was also an ex criminal here so obviously?
He wasn't going to be the nicest to him.
"But dad, you know the reason I didn't do my chores was because I was studying."
"And the reason you studied so late was because you procrastinated, so I don't want to hear it."
Seemed as though Michael was more immersed into the newspaper he was reading instead of his own son, as he hadn't even looked at Tupac once throughout the whole thing.
Even though everything was practically Tupac's fault here, he had still yelled 'you just wanna be starting something!' at his father before storming off.
Dang.
Using Michael Jackson's own song lyrics against him-- who the hell would have seen that coming?
Either way, Tupac was seriously annoyed at his father for no reason, no disrespect to him, with his brothers realising how annoyed he was over everything.
Because of this, they had then immediately jumped to conclusions that Michael had annoyed him because neither three of them had even talked to Tupac since except from Michael, and there was no one else in the house except these guys so that spoke for itself really.
Michael Jackson could have been intimidating sometimes but he was actually a really sweet father. His wife's death had still hit him hard, which had caused him to be rude to everyone without any intention to be.
Kind of like Notorious with the traffic earlier on today-- he had lashed out at people without any intention to do so.
After some thoughtful consideration, it was then decided that Eazy E was going to talk to their father about all of this as he was the second oldest so therefore more responsibility for him.
"Dad?"
Michael had stared at him blankly but he hadn't said anything else.
"I don't know about you but we're all feeling this way right now. Don't you think you're being a bit too hard on Tupac?"
Thank you, Eazy E.
Someone needed to say it.
But Michael didn't realise it.
Michael hadn't replied to that for a while, before lowering his newspaper and yelling how the hell am I being too hard on Tupac? at his second oldest son.
Eazy E didn't even know how he had been too hard on him, but he had.
And because he didn't have an answer to this question, he had just sighed to himself instead.
It had then dawned on him last minute how Michael had been too hard on him, so he had therefore explained everything to him, with his brothers backing him up.
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No, no, no. Michael Jackson is a nice person in this, don't worry. He'll be a lot nicer in the next chapter.
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