Back In Tha Day •COMPLETED•

~28~

Its 5:00 AM and Pac still ain't back..I'm kinda worried.. Cuh I know he involved in some bullshit. I can't even go back to sleep so I turned on the light and decided to read a book I stole from Eazy's house. What? I wud'nt finish readin it. I heard the front door open and I let out a breath of relief before gettin out the bed.

"Pac what too-" I stopped talkin when I realized it wasn't Pac.. It was Dodge.

Tupac ain't lock the door when he left. "What? You ain't miss daddy? He said, gettin closer to me.

I was so scared I couldn't talk.. "Don't worry, this gon be quick, I won't wake up the girls, I promise." He whispered. I couldn't see what it was but I knew it was a knife when he pressed it against my back and told me not to make a sound, not like I could anyway. "W-why you doin this? I finally breathed out.

"I'm not gonna kill you, silly girl. I'm just takin you home where you supposed to be, but if you try to leave this time.. Lil lover boy dies." He chuckled, walkin towards the door. I could feel the knife diggin farther in my back. Headlights pulled into the driveway and Dodge cursed under his breath. "Well, look like ya nigga gon die either way." He said, pushin me out the door and into the warm air.

I was gettin nervous, real nervous. When Pac got out the car, Dodge closed the door to the house. "Dodge, didn't I tell yo funky ass to stay away from ha?! Pac yelled, wit a slight smirk on his face. "Well, you can't expect a father to just abandon his daughter, Tupac." Dodge chuckled, nudgin me forward. The knife left my back and I sighed in relief... Until I felt cold metal pressed against my temple.

"Now... Lil nigga, If you'on get to steppin, her brains gon be all ova this bitch." Dodge spat, wit amusement in his voice.

"Is that so? Pac asked, comin closer to us. "Pac... Just go, please! I begged, barely above a whisper.

POW!

I woke up breathin hard and sweatin. I sighed and dragged my hands down my face, gettin out of the bed to go make sure the door was locked. Another nightmare... Here lately I been dreamin about Dodge comin back to get my ass. Right when I was about to lock the door Tupac opened it.

"What chu doin? He asked, wit a chuckle, closin the door behind him and I backed up.

"I was makin sure the door was locked..." I said, my voice was a lil shaky. "You A'ight? His eyebrows furrowed and his expression turned into a worried one.

"I'm fine... I just had a bad dream.." I forced a smile, but his expression didn't change. Pac grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to his room, tryin not to wake his sister and mama. He took off his shirt and shoes, all he had on was basketball shorts. "What was it about? He asked, as we layed back down and he pulled me close.

"Nun..I'm fine Pac."

"Nooo you not." He cooed, playin in my hair. "Tell me Shoopa.." I rolled my eyes and stared into his. "Why you so fuckin nosy? I giggled, pokin his nose. It's weird.. No matter how hard I try to stay mad at this nigga.. I just can't. He shifted and his grip on me tightened a little. "I wanna know.. And yo ugly ass gon tell me." He said bluntly.

"Shut up." I tried to push him off of me but he just chuckled before pickin me up and placin me on top of him to where I was straddling him. "It was about Dodge... I don't know why I been havin bad dreams about him... You shoulda killed his ass." I ran a hand through my hair and laid on his chest. "You right.."