Author's Note: Hey y'all I'm back with another update. I'm sorry is been a while I'm a huge procrastinator and on top of that I always have a busy schedule. So anyways I hope y'all enjoy this chapter and I wrote this chapter in two Point Of Views. Sheila and her mother are the only point of views. If you get confused with Pam's point of view just go back two chapters to refresh your memory. Thanks guys. ❤️
[ 𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟺𝚝𝚑, 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟹 ]
𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅
I stopped running when I noticed his lifeless body laying there.
The doctors did everything in their power to keep him alive and rush him into the elevator.
My eyes adverted to Pac as soon as he stood up with his hands in his pockets.
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" What happened?!" I ran up to him.
" I-"He rubbed his face in frustration. " This shit is crazy. Everything happened so fast"
" What the fuck happened I'm not about to ask you again." I gritted.
"These sketchy ass niggas-"
" So this is your fault." I pushed his chest. " They we're probably after your ass and he got shot." I got in face.
" Yo do you hear how dumb you sound-"
" Shut up!!" I screamed throwing punches.
"Man what the-"
" This all your fucking fault." I grabbed his shirt." You were probably setting him up." I cried hitting him as he tried his best to block my hits and at the same time not hit me.
Dalvin pulled me off of Pac but I put up a good fight before I let go.
" Dal you need to control this hoe." He wiped blood from his mouth.
" go to hell." I spat.
" Sheila stop." Dalvin breathed. " Come on let's go." He grabbed my arm.
" And why do I have to do what you say?!"I turned my head towards him.
" Sheila come on let's just sit down."
" I'll sit down but don't fucking touch me." I snatched my hand from his grasp. " I'm sick of y'all motherfuckas." I walked off
