I got back on the road and continued on my way home, I had no choice, but to keep on driving cause I did not feel like going to jail not today, not ever. I just need to focus on getting home first, cause I looked like a damn fool, just sitting in the street with tears falling uncontrollably. I felt something bad coming, I did, like a huge rush of pain was gonna come and strike me down after all of my fake smiles and what not. I guess I should of seen this coming ya know, when I was smiling. Well now I wish I could go back to the smiling part, now i'm crying. It was smile now, cry later, made me think about Pac's tattoos, that thought just made me even sadder. Exspesically knowing that he's somewhere off with ho dada, not even thinking about me.
This was the first time that I had cried about Pac and it hurt like hell to do so. How could he do this to us, I gave him everything that he ever wanted in a woman, how could he just up and leave me for my bestfriend, well I guess I didn't give him one thing, which was his space.
I screamed in anger, hitting my stirring wheel with all my might, and I felt another pain, that i've been holding inside of me for a while now.Īnd as soon as his name popped up in my head, I began to cry even harder. I felt horrible, my head was pounding, my chest was aching, bad, my throat was stinging with pain, and my eyes stung like hell as well. My vision began to become blury and eventually I couldn't take it anymore, I covered my mouth, breaking down. I didn't know what was wrong with me, I just shook it off, driving faster. I snatched my coat, storming towards her front door.
I shot up, "What the fuck ever! I'm out!" "It ain't about being kids, Liyah! It's about not letting some nigga hurt chu and mope about that shit!" "Well guess what, Kels! I am! I fucking am! Whatever, I don't even care, go ahead, call me dumb, but we ain't kids no damn more aight?!" "Whatchu mean no Liyah?! I know you ain't trippen over no nigga?!" "No Kels! And it ain't no fucking, you too!" That ho ass bitch just won't quit fucking lying all the damn time, "Well first of all, Tupac was MY man for atleast 11 in a half months, then he comes to my house and just randomly breaks it off between us, and I gotta fucking look out the window and see, that bitch, kissing him!" I snapped. Meaning that he chose you and played you too, so you too, like I said." "I mean that, Kidada came by and she was crying talking about some how Tupac broke it off with her to be with you, and then he left without saying goodbye and all that. "You date him?!!!" She literally screamed in my ear. I sighed, "More than kicking it." I kind of mumbled. superstar, kicking it with Tupac Shakur, huh?" She asked as she finished my last curl. "Curls it is then." She plugged up the blow dryer. "Kiss my ass, how do you think my hair should be, Ms. "What was wrong with how I had it, Kels?" I got up and went to the chair, "So how do you want your hair, girl?" Her extra ass just got done washing it, after I already told her that it was clean already.īut that's Kelly for you, she doesn't play when it comes to her doing hair, so I just sit back and let her do her thang, ya know. She wanted to curl my hair, cause she said my straight hair is lame, so I said whatever. I'm at her house right now, she called me, we caught up on alot of things. My home girl from Brooklyn, Kelly Mills, we used to do everything together, sing, model, dance, fight, act, everything. So I decided that sense my best friend is a fake ass bitch that I was gonna go and visit the only other person that had my back.
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