▌𝘾𝙞𝙩𝙢▌𝐓𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫
𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩
𝙀𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝
𝙇𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙇𝘼𝘾𝙀. A girl with a brother of many sorts and a new found lover with problems, in this story no one really wins.
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July 16, 1993 Brooklyn, NY Random alleyway
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"Shakur! my leg, be careful!" I shrieked as I was on top of him. He leaned his head back in the seat. As he held onto my hips. My legs weakened under him as I began to squeeze my leg in a flinch. "Wait babe," I whispered softly in his ear as I tried to stop the penetration.
Since I hadn't seen him in a while. My body was slowly healing from what we did weeks prior but now it wasn't letting him in for the world. "It fucking hurts," I informed him as I pulled his hands from my waist.
"Try this."
"I told you we aren't doing that," I said as I caught my breath. "It's going to make it easier you get high and I get relaxed, you would barely feel the pain and together we'll be like on some esctasy shit." He told me as He slowly pulled out the blunt that was in the cup holder in which he left it. I looked at it in his hand watching him as he signaled for me to get his lighter out of his pants. His pants were in my passenger seat to my luck so it wasn't that hard to get to, really basically all of our shit was on the part of my passenger seat.
"You getting this shit out let you know," I told him as I successfully grabbed the lighter. I handed it to him as he ignored my preaching about the smell of it.
