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i | late nights | tupac

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please keep in mind that this was my first imagine. i feel i've grown as a writer and thoroughly encourage you to continue reading after this chapter. thanks love. 💛

your point of view

i watched as the credits rolled around and i sighed

it's one in the morning and pac still hasn't come home. this is the third time this week.

i planned on surprising him with a his favorite movie and me in nothing but his dress shirt and underwear

i got up from the couch and turned off the TV, as soon as i did i heard the front door close

"baby girl? i'm home!" he called out as i walked into the kitchen, i didn't feel like dealing with him

"baby? you ain't hear me calling you?" he came towards with wide arms and a cheesy grin

pac leaned in for a kiss which i let hit my cheek

"i heard you amaru" i said escaping his grasp. pac screwed up his face

"why the middle name?" he followed me up the steps to our bedroom

"no reason" i said before crossing my arms and walking into our master bathroom, the smell of the stress reliever candle engulfing me

"nah you caught an attitude, tell me why." pac demanded before i blew out the candle

"because pac. you come home late as hell and you think that shit is ok. what's crazy is i can never do shit without asking you and if i ever do you act like it's the end of the fucking world! and you do it all the fucking time! i'm not for it amaru!" i started off calm but my anger increased and by the end i was yelling, i guess all the anger i'd collected this week was just coming out

i walked out, pac was hot on my heels

"yo who the fuck you think you talking to? you better chill the fuck out! that was the first and last time ya ass if ever gon disrespect me like that. you understand?" his dominant voice boomed

i ignored him and walked out the room mumbling "fuck off" under my breath

i was suddenly spun on my heels accompanied by a tight grip on my arm

"fuck you say to me?" he said taking steps closer to me "i don't know what the fuck has gotten into you to make you think you the shit but you not. you getting too damn bold. check that shit." he growled

"now is there something you wanna say?" his breath touched my forehead

i knew what he was doing, trying to get me to apologize. to submit. but my mama ain't raise no punk

" i said 'FUCK OFF'" i yelled in his face

now his face was something truly scary. i've never seen him so furious in my life