The Aftermath

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October 1996:
Justine

'What ever you do, don't come out!' Kadafi warned me

'They ain't gonna come for us' I said knowing damn well they are

'They caught you the last time, don't let them get you and it becomes fatal and especially you have the baby inside you'

Really, is this really what I need? Literally everyone hates me except Kadafi. I walked out the hospital causing a scene, didn't see Pac for the last time, I'm a month pregnant with his child and I ain't tell him and now people coming after me if I threaten to tell who tells the court who try to kill Tupac.

I wasn't even there but I know Tupac's enemies too well and hearing what Kadafi told me, I know who the fuck tried to end his life. As bad as I want to stand up for Pac and Kadafi in who tried to kill him, I can't. My life is in jeopardy and if I wanna get better, I need to take care of myself and the baby, not do some wild ass shit.

'Talking bout the baby, have you tried to tell him?' He asked

'I don't wanna tell him over the phone and he's healing, if I tell him it's gonna kill him even more' I said

See look what I'm doing, I'm making situations worse for him, I can't possibly tell him.

'Yeah and when you gonna fly back out to L.A. to see us?' He asked

Damn can I just stay here for the rest of my life.

'When I'm comfortable getting back to myself' I said

'And how long that gon' be?' He asked

'Probs after this baby is out and the drama dies down' I suggested

Probably gonna have to wait for more than nine months.

'Girl that's gon' be forever and I'm guessing you gon' tell him he the father when he see you pushing the baby out' he assumed

'No I won't, I'll tell him the day before' I joked

'You joking, right?'

'I don't know when I'm gonna tell him, I don't wanna tell him the wrong time'

'Come visit him' he assumed

'Didn't your ass just tell me to stay indoors?' I asked

'Look, we'll come with guards and shit so you good' he said

'Hmm.....I'll think about'

'Don't wait till last minute' he reminded me 'Anyways Imma go visit Pac now, chat to you later'

'Okay tell Pac I love him'

'Sure will, love ya bye' he said as I said it back hanging up the phone

That's the only person I really miss, I miss my best friend, my rider, I just wanna see him......but I can't.......not at a time like this.

October 1996:
Kadafi

OMG I hope her ass ain't here!

I knocked on the door as me, Fatal and Mutah came to visit Pac. My ass worried constantly especially when he with her and her I mean Kidada. She thinking she the shit and everything, like he love you and that, when really all he talks about is Justine. I don't know why he still with her when he ain't even into her like that, the amount of women he cheat on her with.......damn and she ain't even notice that.

'What you want?' She asked opening the door

'What a way to introduce your guest' Fatal said sarcastically

'You ain't my guest nigga' she said

'Exactly now move the fuck out the way, we here for Pac' I said making my way through the house to guest room he's being staying in since he can't get up the stairs as yet

'YO MY MAN PAC!' We entered into the room as he was laying in his bed watching TV

'You cool my nigga?' He dapped us

'Yeah man, your girl on the other hand' I made a face as he chuckled

'You talk to Justine as yet?' Mutah asked

'Nah Man I try calling her but she won't pick up' he said 'she won't pick up to anyone and I just pray to God she's okay wherever she is'

Damn I can't keep this in me, this my homeboy, we ain't hide shit from each other and this his best friend he worried about and I can't sit in his house not giving him answers.

'I don't understand, we were all cool when we were alone together talking and now that I'm free, she didn't come to see me, she hasn't called, nothing.' He wondered 'did I do something to upset her or something?'

'She came to see you' I spoke up

'What do you mean?' He was waiting for more information

'Something came up and she had to leave' I said

I couldn't tell him the actually truth or him will go crazy.

'Why couldn't she call, why won't she pick up, have you gotten around to her?' He asked

'Yes I have, just earlier on before she never picked up but I had to beep her'

'What she say?' He got more curious

'She's okay, she just wanted some time away from the limelight so she could get herself together' I confessed

'She went back to New York, didn't she?' He looked a little pissed

How the fuck he know, no one was supposed to tell him that.

'How you know' I asked

'I've known her for too long, when shit get bad she goes back to New York to sort her shit out, only to lock people out thinking that's gonna solve her situation. Shit man, making everyone think she's dead and shit, not picking up the motherfucking phone.' He said

'Nah man her situation pretty fucked at the moment' I said

'Really, How fucked up could her situation be? Is it more fucked up then me being shot four times and luckily survived the second time and her selfish ass was too worried about herself not others. I was the one in all those bandages and all sorts of shit wrapped around me the amount of surgeries they've given to me and this girl ain't suffered once. She the only girl I was waiting too see and I come out and she ain't there because some shit came up.....knowing damn well her ass in New York, all by herself lonely. She couldn't even call me, she ignores them and never calls me back, now what kind of friendship is that? She better not be coming back thinking shit gonna be cool when she come see me. I've been bending backwards for her ungrateful ass and this is the shit I get paid back with?' He spat 'Fuck her man, FUCK HER!'

Not the reaction I was hoping to get.....