DeVante x Tupac x Ginuwine

Pastor's Daughter (T.Shakur) Part 2

Kenya 1994:

I'm going to be in so much trouble, I have a slight feeling that my dad has probably found out about me and Tupac. It's been three months since me and Pac started dating and he appears at church which is good but still don't get him on my dad's good side. He would always talk down on him when we are at home which upsets me because I can't stand up for him or even mention about him as it would give away the secret.

I entered into the living room as my mother was seating down on her favourite chair reading a book. It was only me and her in the house so I was able to talk to her about my problems. My mum is like my best friend, I can tell her anything even though my father would probably here about these things but she knows what to and not what to say to him as it would piss him off to the max.

'Mom' I said as she looked up 'can I talk to you?'

'Yeah sweetie you know you can tell me anything' she said as I made my way to the sofa

'Okay, So say if you have really strict parents and the father is hard to impress. Say if there's this boy everyone knows about and the father can't stand him even if he does something good for his life. He's the opposite of what a father wants for their daughter. But what if you truly love that person but you know the father will not approve?' I asked

Not that I love him.....well I do.....but we haven't told each other as yet.

'If you were stuck in that situation, what would you do?' I asked

'Well' she took her glasses of and out her book down in the table 'How much do you love the boy Kenya?'

'Mom I didn't say it was about me' I was shocked

'Okay, how do they love the boy?' She asked

'Like a whole lot but they haven't told each other as yet' I said

'So It must've been a month since they were together then' she assumed

'No....three months' I muttered at the end

'Kenya, look at me' she said 'how much do you love this boy, I cannot help you unless you tell me' she said

'A lot' I said

'And you haven't told him as yet' I said

'Yeah but I don't want to be the first to tell him, do you know what kind of person he his?' I asked

'No' she seemed amused 'please tell who this person his' she folded her arms making herself more comfortable on the chair

What did I do?.....I swear she can read me like a book.

'This person is a boy my dad talks down on' I said 'but really he's not that, Yeah he's not what many fathers want their fathers to be with but I tried and tried to turn him away due to the rules but I couldn't, it was too hard. It's like every time I see him, my feelings will grow for him and it's not good for me to hide them away from someone I love' I felt like crying

'Is this boy Tupac?' She asked

'Yes' I said

'He seems like a good person. I've seen him in church a lot more now than before' she said

'So why can't my dad see that he's not a boy That ain't up do no good?' I asked her

'Your dad knows-he knows what young boys are up to, he's been one before especially guys that have these persona nowadays, they feel like they gotta protect you.' She explained 'I was your same exact age, I never wanted a good boy, I always wanted someone that would ruffle up my feathers. Too much of them though managed to break my heart.'

'Tupac ain't break my heart' I said

'Who won't break your heart?' My father asked as he cane through the door

Me and my mother were both silent. We didn't say anything. The phone started to ring and we all turned around I sync.

'So none of y'all gonna pick up the phone' he laughed walking to the telephone

Me and mother both analysed my father's facial expression as he was on the phone and damn, If looks good kill, I'll be in hell right now.

'Who's this?' He asked 'What do you want with my daughter?'

I knew it was Tupac on the phone.....why would he do that, he should've beep me before.

After a minute of him on the phone with Tupac, he put the phone done sharply, kind of making me jump a little bit.

'Dad' I said scared

'Hush your mouth' he said to me 'Why are you interacting with him'

'We're just friends' I lied 'he's nothing but good company'

'He's good company?' He questioned me 'the boy sells drug as a living' he pointed out

'He doesn't do them though' I tried to make matters better only to make it worse

'Does that make the situation better?' He asked 'I don't want you near that thuggish, gangsta nigga' he cursed out as it started piss me off

'Richard!' My mother called out in disappointment

'Don't talk about him like that!' I stood up 'he's not a thug'

'Well what is He cause he sure ain't a Christian'

'Dad he's goes to our church' I said

'I don't want him near my church....I don't want him near you, he's a disgrace to the black community.....kids like him our the reason why we lose young ones....because of the knife and gun crimes and drug dealing' he said 'and that's the kind of people you want to hang around with.....I don't even know if Nia is a good influence on you?' He questioned my friendship

'Richard enough!' My mum shouted

I had nothing to say after that, I knew if I said anything, I would've started crying and I don't really cry.

'Where are you going?' My dad asked me as I got up heading to the door

'Leave me alone' I said as a tear slipped out my eye

'What did you say?' He asked

'I said LEAVE ME ALONE!' I shouted slamming the door

I could hear my parents arguing through my sobs I made as I parted away from the house. I just wanted some time to myself.....to clear my mind.

A car pulled up from behind me as I heard the engine 'KENYA' Tupac called out my name

He didn't even ask me anything, he just came out the car, expanding his arms as he hugged me tightly as if he didn't want to let go.

'I can't do this anymore'

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