Back In Tha Day •COMPLETED•

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"Dodge..." I choked out, barely above a whisper. "Hello pinky." He chuckled, strollin towards me wit a knife in his hand. "You miss me? I pinched my wrist a few times to make sure this nigga was actually real this time. I just shook my head slowly as he continued to approach. "Awww that's too bad, I see you got chu a Lil car and a lil place.. I raised you well."

"Nigga don't even say dat shit, the way you raised me its a miracle I ain't special." I rolled my eyes. "I'm here to take you home, I miss it just bein us." He smiled, revealin his yellow teeth. "I ain't goin no where witcho mark ass, stay the fuck away from me or I swear-"

"You swear what? You gon blow my head off wit what gun? Shaniyke... Just come home with daddy.. It'll be better for all of us dat way.. Includin yo friends." He chuckled, playin wit the knife, I just stared at it, the streetlight occasionally shinin on it. "Why won't you just leave me the hell alone? I asked wit an attitude, slowly creepin back to my car. "And I heard yo lil body guard ain't in town." Dodge kept gettin closer.

Flashback

"Don't tell my mama I bought chu dis A'ight." Tupac chuckled, handing Shaniyke a 38. She just stared at it before smiling. "Why? Pac sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes.

"Cuh she barely ok wit me havin one, she gon be mad as hell if she know I bought chu a gun." He laughed.

"Why.. Err body gotta have sum to protect they self wit." Shaniyke said, sitting the gun on the table. "That's what I tried to tell her, but she don't listen so fuck it." Tupac shrugged and drank his Orange Sunkist. "Well.. Thank you Boopa, ion know who ima have to use this on so..."

"Me either. Just keep it wit chu A'ight.. Cuh when I leave I need you to be safe."

"Okay Pac."

Present

"I ain't got no damn body guard.." I Spat, slowly reachin in my purse to see if the gun was in it. Fuck. "What chu lookin fa? He chuckled, his eyes dancin wit amusement. "I'm lookin fa some damn toothpaste, nigga I can smell yo breath from ova here." I rolled my eyes and fanned in front of my nose.

Dodge expression turned into a mad one and he grabbed my arm, puttin the knife to my neck. "Ha ha ha. Bitch you got all the jokes, right? We gon see who got jokes when this knife straight through yo throat." He spat. I swallowed slowly and he roughly let me go, makin me slam against the car. "Ion know what the hell you wastin time fa.. Nigga you might as well kill me cuh ima die before I go home wit yo ass, kill me. I'm waitin! I screamed, wit a smirk on my face.

He looked around to make sure nobody heard me and chuckled. "You are just like yo hoe ass mama." I squinted at him. "Scuse me?

"You know... Ya mama was a lil bitch too, she used to cry after I slapped her, just. Like. You. I'm actually real surprised dat chu ain't end up like her... But den again the only thang keepin yo lil ass sane is that lil mark ass nigga Tupac, right?

"Don't say shit about my mama." I glared at him. "You the reason she did what she did, its all yo fault! tears threatened to fall. "My fault? Yo mama was crazy, I ain't do shit to her baby." He chuckled lowly. "And she knew what was goin on,she just ain't give a damn about yo Lil ass." He shrugged and looked down at the knife that I wanted to rip his stomach open wit.