(18+) Come & Talk to Me: A DeVanté Swing Fanfiction

Chapter 25: Come & Leave?

Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.

February 16, 1992

~Tupac's P.O.V~

I'm so fucking tired of all this shit. Everytime I look up there's some bullshit going on. Either somebody dead, somebody turning they back on me or they hooked on that shit. I'm too fucking real for some of these people.

I can't believe my mama stuck on that shit. I never in a million years would have thought it'd be my mama. I want to help her, I tried to help her, but she don't want no help. My little sister had to go through some shit, that's why she's here now. I can't be doing all the shit I used to do. Sekyiwa's dad is alright, he calls her every now and then, and come to see her every blue moon, but that shit ain't enough. Now I got to set an example for her, and make sure she's on the right path.

I had to drop out of school senior year, and I'm going to make sure she doesn't have to the same thing. I'm taking care of her because when I had to leave home, I had to live with a friend of a friends, friend of the family. I was basically homeless, them people didn't really give a fuck about me. Hell, I had to starve most of the time. That is until the drug dealers started helping a young brother out. I tried selling drugs for a two weeks, they stopped me saying I was too nice to the fiends. I'd tell them they could pay me next time, which is no way to run that type of business. So afterwards they had a brother's back.

"You good back there?" I asked Sekyiwa, who was in the back seat.

"I'm fine, Pac." She said with her head in a book, just were I want it to be.

"What you reading?" I asked looking at her through the rearview mirror. She made me take her to the library yesterday to check out some books.

"A book." She replied.

"You act just like Tia with that, smart ass mouth. Remember, I'm the one who's putting food in your mouth."

"A book by Dr. Jawanza Kunjufu. It's about black family households." Sekyiwa said, "It's really good."

"Imma have to read it." I nodded, turning the corner.

"Did you get in contact with mama?" She asked closing her book.

I shook my head, "Nah."

"Mm," she rolled her eyes, opening up her book again. "Is this Tia girl anything like Jada?"

"By connection, yes. But do they act alike? Nahh, they got different personalities." I replied.

"In a good way?"

"Yes, in a good way. I think y'all will get along pretty well. She smart and all that shit, like you. She uses words and knows what they mean." I told her.

"Yeah, I love Jada, but she'd use words out of context. That was funny as hell." Sekyiwa laughed.

"Stop cursing!" I warned.

"Hell is not a curse word. It's in the bible, baldy."

"It's the way you use it. Besides demons are in the bible too, and they ain't good." I said pulling up to our destination. "There she go." I pointed.