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November 30, 1994

~DeVanté's P.O.V~

The girl rolled off my body breathing heavily and automatically fell asleep. She thought she did something but I didn't even nut. Never coming back here again. This shit ain't it. I exhaled and got off the bed. I went to the bathroom to detect any holes, a nigga didn't nut but I'm not trying to catch that shit that niggas dying from. These STD's ain't no joke.

I filled the condom up and water leaked from it. Hell nahh, I gotta get checked out immediately! The hole ain't at the tip but it's still there. I hurried back to the room still getting dressed. I put on my shirt, and rushed out the room while putting on my pants. Why was I rushing? I ain't got a damn clue.

As I stepped foot inside the living room, a loud ass hog-like noise startled me and stopped me from what I was doing. Looking over at the couch, there was a old man asleep. Okay... This bitch told me she lived alone, it must be her father or grandfather. Now I know where she got her snoring from. The Breaking News music from the TV scared me out of my thoughts.

"Breaking News: Gangster rapper; Tupac Shakur was shot today at Quad Recording Studios in New York City." I turned around towards the tv with my ears perked up. Quad? That's where Puffy and them hang at. This probably bullshit, the news always be on bullshit, but I paid attention anyways.

"It is reported that he was shot five times on the way up to his destination. There were also other rappers at the studio at the time of the incident. Those rappers were Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls. It was reported that they were unaware of the incident. At this time we have no further information about the shooting. Back to you Tom." The news reporter reported.

This can't be true. I buckled up my pants, put my shoes on, grabbed my keys and rushed out of the house. I did all that without trying to wake up the old guy on the couch sleeping. This ain't the time to fight somebody's grandpa. My car was parked across the street because I was too lazy to turn around.

I hopped in and turned it on, warming it up. While it was warming up, decided to call Pac but he didn't answer. I called him again but to no avail, so I put the phone down waiting for my car to warm up. I picked up my phone about to call Dalvin, but he started calling me.

"What's up?" I said into the speaker. "I was just about to call you."

"Pac was shot!" Dalvin spoke loudly into the phone.

"That shit was true?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Yeah nigga, I was there!" Dalvin yelled into the phone.

"You was there- You good!? You ain't get hurt or nothin', did you? You saw how they looked?" I asked him. "On my fucking soul if somebody shot my brother I'm killin' somebo-"

"Calm down nigga, I'm good. You hear me talking regular. I wasn't at the scene but I was outside in my car, on my way in, and saw some suspesious lookin' dudes run out of the building. When I went up there, the elevator wasn't workin' so I went up the stairs and it looked like a murda scene except nobody was dead as far as I know. Pac got bullet shots goin' all through his body. People crazy as hell man." I could practically hear Dalvin's head shake as he spoke. He was talking a mile a minute and barely got to take in the news.

"DUMB ASS!" I yelled into the phone. "YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKER! YOU SEE SOME STRANGE NIGGAS RUN OUT THE BUILDING AND YOU RUN IN!? ANYTHING could have happened to you! That was a stupid ass move Dalvin." I calmed down towards the ending, I'm not trying to get another one of those headaches.

"Look, De I wasn't thinkin' at the time. I was just trying to see what was up." Dalvin explained to me.

"A'ight, where you at though?" I asked him.

"I just made it to the E.R about to enter the waiting room. His whole family in there and news reporters surrounding the hospital trying to get in and see what's up." Dalvin spoke again. He was talking fast as hell that I barely grasped onto the news.

"Is Pac good? What hospital you at? What floor?" I asked Dalvin about to drive off.

"Bellevue and as far as I know he okay. He on the emergency floor. You comin' now, right?" Dalvin asked me.

"Yeah, I'm coming- I'm on the way." I sighed heavily.

"Meet you here. See you."

"Bye." I hung up the phone, popped a pill and drove off. 

It's going to take me a little while because I'm on the other side of town. I called my bodyguards to make sure we meet there. People are crazy as hell. When I made it to the hospital, it was just as Dalvin explained. Camera's, the paps, and a bunch of hollering fans wanting to know what was going on with their idol.

"Yo?" I said into the speaker of my phone.

"I think we see you. You here yet?" Creed asked me.

"Yeah, I'm in the third row, all the way at the end. The last parking space AWAY from the chaos." I told him.

"We on our way." He said but never hung up the phone. I shook my head and pressed the CALL END button.

Creed and Apollo knocked on my window and I stepped out of the car making sure to lock the door. "You here for Pac?" Creed asked.

"Yeah." I said lowly while nodding at him. "Don't ask me nothin' else because I don't know."

Then I put my hood over my head in an attempt to cover my head and hide my face from the crowd we are walking towards. There are rope barriers to block the crowd from blacking the entrance of the hospital as well as police trying to get the crowd under better control. We got passed everything without too many problems and made it upstairs through the elevator. When I made it to my destination I saw Dalvin hugging amd patying on somebody's back in a comforting way.

"You always think the worst when a hospital is involved. You did the same thing with De. Pac is good, you heard what the doctor said. Right?" Dalvin said to the person he was hugging.

"Yeah." She mumbled. I looked down at the opening of the persons coat and I automatically recognize the person. It was Tia and I know because her titties.

None of Pac's immediate family were in sight but Biggie, Puff, and a few studio roaches was here. Studio roaches are people who always seem to be in the studio following the stars around without nothing better else to do.

"Dalvin?" I called out to him.

He dropped his arms and turned his head to me. "De." He nodded at me.

"He good?" I asked him.

"Yeah, that's what the doctors said. Hopefully they telling the truth. His family and investigators are in there now with him." Dalvin told me.

I nodded in response then looked over at Biggie and them. "What happened at the studio?" I asked walking towards them.

"I don't know. Everybody was chillin', making beats and everything else we do at the studio while waiting on Pac. We thought he wasn't gon' come because he was late as hell. After a while the elevator popped open we saw a bloody and shot up Pac. It was like a scene from a horror movie. They robbed him and everybody else with him. He ain't the only one hit." Biggie said breathing hard and talking slow like usual.

"Yeah, shit fucked up." Puffy shook his head at nobody in particular.

"Damn..." I exhaled shaking my head in disbelief.

People are crazy as hell. I can relate to him all too well. He was shot and almost killed. Any bullet wounds can lead to death. Not to mention him getting robbed. I was robbed and left for dead, could've bled to death. Then he's on trailed fro rape charges. Mines weren't for rape but still. This shit is full circle.

"How they get in?" I asked them.

"Hell if we know." Puffy shrugged.

"Usually there is security on the first floor. Where was they at the time of all of this? The receptionist too. How they get past all them people and get to him?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Like I said. All we know is whay we saw and heard. We not even sure what we heard is true but we'll find out when we see him." Puffy answered my question as best as he could.

"Right. Did the police question y'all yet?" I asked everybody in the room.

"Yeah, we all was questioned when they arrived at the studio." Dalvin spoke up. "They got something out of everybody but nobody know too much. The people that was with him don't seem like they know what happened either. Everybody talking but don't really know shit or do and wanna seem like they don't. Shit don't nake sense how them people got past security and the receptionist."

"Maybe they were regular guest or thought they were with him if they were close. We know Pac travels with a bunch of people when he go most places." Tia said clearing her throat.

"Maybe it is somebody we all know. Just like the people who did that shit to me knew when I was supposed to leave for Dalvin's party. Probably the same people that got me got him too. Somebody we both close too..." I trailed off in deep thought.

We still don't know about the people who did that shit to and it's been a while since it happened. I remember those voices but I can't pinpoint on who caused me all this. Pac be on some, "I'm gon' die tonight shit," all the time. Maybe he saw it coming but I damn sure didn't. I squinted and looked in Tia's direction.

"Tia, did you know about Pac goin' to the studio?" I asked her.

She jerked her head back then tilted it at a 110° angle with a scoff. "Are you seriously accusing me of doing THIS!?" Tia raised her eyebrows.

"C'mon De..." Dalvin shook his head at me.

"Other than on set, I don't even speak to him nor do I know about any of y'alls whereabouts. That's fucked up DeVanté even for YOU." Tia finished, looking hurt. She turned away from me. Even for me, what's that supposed to mean!?

"Okay, my bad. I'm just..." I trailed off shrugging my shoulders. "Look, I'm sorry and shouldn't have accused you of doing all this." I nodded at her.

Just then Pac's little sister and his cousin's walked into the waiting room. "Y'all can come in now. There is a limit on how many people can go in." She told us.

"Okay." Dalvin said and walked away with Tia beside him.

I stood up and followed with Biggie and Puffy behind me. JoJo and K-Ci aren't here because they're both still back home in North Carolina. Me and Dalvin would still be down there but we hate it there which is why we left and no longer live there. Besides family and sometimes business, we don't need to go back to North Carolina. We made it to Pac's room and he seemed to be okay. He was sitting up on the bed with the help of the backrest.

"Wassup nigga!?" I walked up to him and dapped him up.

"Wassup nigga!" Pac said matching my tone.

"Shit." I answered.

"How you feelin' chief?" Dalvin asked him after he dapped him up.

"I'm alive nigga, so I'm good." He shrugged then looked at Tia who was quietly watching us. "What yo ass here for? Huh? Now you wanna talk to me outside of work." His voice held hostility. Tia silently turned around on her heals and began walking out the room. "I'M JUST FUCKIN' WIT' CHU TIA!" He yelled out laughing hard as hell.

Tia turned back around just as she had turned away. "I was about to say somethin'." Dalvin said laughing and shaking his head.

"Say somethin' like what?" Pac asked.

"About how ungrateful yo ass was bein'." Dalvin pointed out.

"Nahh, I'm grateful. She here right? And I see them damn dried up tears on her face. I'm good y'all. Them niggas took all my shit but my life still here SURPRISINGLY." Pac laughed.

"Hate when you talk like this..." Tia muttered lowly and shook her head at what he said.

"You scared to hug me now? You not gon' even dap me up or nothin'?" Pac asked Tia. "I was shot but I'm not really hurt. Come on." He said to her. She gave him a hug but one of those chest away, head close, booty out, church lady hugs.

"Nigga, you need to be grateful yo ass IS still here. You said that like you wanna die or plannin' on it." Dalvin told Pac.

"For real." I spoke up. "Nigga better etter get on your knees and thank God that you got another chance at life. Them niggas could've killed you, and it looks like that's what they was trying to do." I frowned eyeing his bandaged wounds.

"How many times they get you? What they take?" Biggie finally spoke.

"Five and I'm cool. Speaking of that, y'all ain't see nothin'? Y'all ain't even hear shit?" Pac asked Biggie and Puffy. "You can hear a gun without a silencer from miles away. One of them ain't have one on they gun." He raised his eyebrow at them.

"Nahh, man we was recording. You know the music be loud as hell." Puffy said to Pac.

"Nigga, did you just hear me? We all grew up in the hood besides the Huxtable's over here-" He pointed to me and Dalvin. "we all know guns are loud as hell and can hear them from miles- BLOCKS away and y'all was in the same building and ain't hear that shit? Shit just don't make no sense." Pac squinted and shook his head.

"You keep sayin' that shit like we don't get it. Nigga we heard you. Like I said we ain't heard shit from downstairs." Puffy shook his head at him.

"You tryna say we was in on this or somethin'?" Buggie asked him. Oh shit...

"Nigga, I'm just tryna see what the fuck really happened and who know what. Somebody KNOW somethin' but ain't sayin' shit! Y'all good... For now." Pac said to Puffy and Biggie.

"For now? Nigga, fuck you mean for now? We ain't did shit to you!" Biggie stood up all out of breath and shit.

"Who the fuck you raisin' yo voice at nigga!? I ain't yo kid! Better watch who the fuck you talkin' to!" Pac's voice held strong hostility so we all knew he was serious.

"What you gon' do? Hop yo ass over here? I may be a big nigga but you shot. Who gon' beat who?" Biggie told Pac. If he sit on Pac, Pac would lose all oxygen, and would need life support.

"Look, don't nobody know a lit right now. So how about we stop playin' the blame game?" I said in attempt to stop the back and forth.

"Nigga, didn't I say that? This simp just had to say some more bullshit." Pac gestured towards Biggie. "Anyways... Them niggas ain't take shit but guns and jewelry. Jokes on them because I ain't really have on my good shit." Pac laughed.

Biggie's pager went off. His phone has been going off since I got here. Whoever it is know that he not gon' answer his phone and it must be important. "This Jan. She probably at my house to drop off my daughter. I gotta go, imma fuck with y'all some other time." Biggie walked out the room.

"Yeah, I'm about to head out too." Puffy dapped up Pac and left.

"You wore fake shit?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

"Nigga, hell yeah! It was damn near dark at the time. Who gon' see? It looked like it was real though. They ain't gon' get much money for all of that though. A couple hundreds for each jewelry piece." Pac told me.

"Damn, okay... You smart." I nodded in approval.

"Nigga, I been smart. Can't say that for you though. Them pills killin' yo rain cells." Pac said laughing.

"Aman to THAT." Tia mumbled with folded arms.

"Aye, fuck you Pac!" I said laughing. I'm still team FUCK TIA so I ignored her smart remarks. I seem to be the only one on that team these days. I thought Dalvin and Pac was on my side but apparently not.

"Can't fuck up somethin' that was never there, huh De?" Dalvin asked me laughing.

"Fuck you too, funky dog faced bitch!" I said to Dalvin laughing.

"Besides, my brother is prescribed that shit they got him on. If he followin' the instructions then ain't shit gon' happen." Dalvin told them.

"The doctor prescribed you to take 20 of them shits? Yeah, I think not light bright." Pac said to me.

"Ehh, I'm just doin' what I'm supposed to do." I shrugged then rubbed the back if my neck.

"The bad part about it is that I still gotta go to court tomorrow for all this bullshit." Pac shook his head. "This is where the last time for me goin' and they have to give me my punishment but hopefully they let me go."

"How? Nigga, you was shot FIVE TIMES, and they still makin' you go!? Shit don't make no damn sense." Dalvin shook his head.

"Unfortunately... We all know the law don't care about niggas. If I don't show then the punishment could be more harsh." Pac said and his mother came in the room. She's been here all day but walked past us when the rest of his family was leaving.

"Glad to see some familiar faces." Ms. Afeni said taking a seat that was nearest to her son. We all greeted her.

December 1, 1994

~Tupac Shakur's P.O.V~

My mama woke up at seven o'clock. I didn't get much sleep due to the pain. The medicine helped me but I didn't want too much of that shit. I don't want to end up like that nigga De, popping pills like M&M's. I have to get ready for court which is in a few hours but it's going to take me a while to get ready. I need help doing just about everything and my mama and sister has been a big help. Them and the nurses. I was shit in my private part and there's a limit to what I'll allow them to help me with.

"I brought two suits. A grey one and the black. Which one you want to wear?" My mama asked me.

"And I brought this for another option." Sekyiwa held up another suit but it was as dressy as what my mama had.

"I'm sorry mama, but I'm going with what Sekyiwa has. It looks more comfortable and more loose unlike those suits." I chuckled.

"The judge would be more lenient on you if you look professional." My mama told me.

"What Sekyiwa brought ain't that bad. At the end of the day, they gon' give me what they give me regardless of what I wear. Mama, they don't like me anyways. I'm too true for them." I told her.

"That's true." My mama nodded while putting the suit back into the bag she got them from. "Well, Sekyiwa let's get your brother stuff together. Where they said they put all of your things?"

"I ain't got much. The clothes I had on ar ein the trash. They had to cut through everything, but my shoes are in that drawer there." I pointed. Today I'm also getting discharged from the hospital if you can call it that. I've only been here overnight.

"Who puts shoes in the drawer?" Sekyiwa asked me.

"Little girl don't forget who brought you into this world and took care of you. Don't be questionin' me." I pointed at her.

"My mama brought me in this world big head." She rolled her eyes and walked to the drawer and grabbed my shoes.

"Right, you might have taken care of her when I wasn't able to but you damn sure ain't bring her into this world." My mama told me, putting her whole bodyweight on her right leg.

          I pressed the button that lifts the upper part of the bed up and made it sit up to where I was in a sitting position. I lowly winced in pain. My pelvic area was in pain and it hurts to sit like this but I have to get up. What man shoots another man's dick? I sat there in pain while my mama and sister did whatever it is they were doing. After a few minutes I began to doze off from lack of sleep. I slept a little while longer until I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Breakfast is ready." My mama said.

"I hate hospital food. I'm not eatin' they food." I told her.

"I made this food here. I'm not trying to kill my son with they food. They food tastes like what they clean with. Now eat this." She sat the foil covered plate on the table and rotated the table my way. "I though I gave it to you but you was over here sleeping."

I pulled back the foil and steam escaped from underneath. "You hooked it up. Thanks ma." I told her about to eat. "Wait, where my fork?" I asked her.

"Right by your plate. You'd see it if you moved it." She laughed.

"Lazy..." Sekyiwa said in a sing-song voice.

"Shut up..." I matched her tone and took the spork oflut of the plastic and started tearing that food up with my good hand.

After I ate and got ready, it was time for me to leave the hospital and go straight to court. I have to be wheeled off in a wheelchair. I never imagined myself having to use a wheelchair. This shit is my second worse nightmare. If I'm going to be alive, I want to be able to use all the limbs I was given ALL THE TIME. This shit putting me in a more vulnerable state because now I'm an easier target to fools who ain't get to finish me off. I want to be ready and stay ready for whatever happens.

The paparazzi, reporters, and some fans were at the hospital when I left and are now at the courthouse that I'm currently being wheeled to. They're throwing all kinds of stupid questions at me. Why the fuck I shoot myself in my dick? That's my prized possession! These motherfuckers hardly every make sense. Honestly, I don't feel like being bothered by all the reporters and shit.

Can't they give me a break!? I was shot, I'm in a wheelchair, and going to court for some shit I ain't even do! They don't care what physical or mental state somebody in, they want answers and won't let up until they get those answers. My bodyguards kept them as far away as possible, but that didn't stop them from trying. I'm not knocking their hustle but people need breaks from all this bullshit. I love my fans too but this shit is ridiculous.

I finally made it past the reporters, paps, and fans and into the courthouse. Some reporters are allowed but everybody else aren't allowed in. The reporters that are allowed are already in the courtroom. I know how it works, I've been to court before. They wheeled me to my seat- well place since I was already in my seat. The bailiff did his routine.

"How does the defendant plead?" The judge asked.

I silently cleared my throat then spoke. "Not guilty, your honor." Then court continued as I sat there hoping that this punishment wasn't harsh.

It is now the end and the judge spoke again. "You are being charged with first-degree sexual abuse. You are acquitted of gun charges and associated sodomy. This was an act of brutal violence against a helpless women. I hereby sentence you to eighteen months to 4 1/2 years in prison. Your sentence starts " The judge banged her gable, stood up, then walked out of the room through the door near her. My heart dropped after that came out of her mouth. The system has yet again failed me, not that I was really relying on it in the first place.

I looked at Ayanna and the other girl. "I'm not apologising for a crime I hope in time you'll come forth and tell the truth." I told her and was pushed out of the courthouse with my mom and sister beside me. I shook my head and pushed the few microphones that came near me away. My guards did the rest.

"Hold on." I told my mom who is now pushing me. "I want to say something." I said to the reporters. "I am not guilty of sexual assault but am sentenced years for somethin' I didn't do. Even if it did happen the way she explained it, why aren't the people who did this here? Why are the ones she claimed did this to her here? Why am I the only one here and I don't even belong here?"

"There's not even any evidence to say it was me! They don't have my DNA or nothing. I don't belong in this position at all. It's my word against hers. Why the fuck would I take something when I'm getting it thrown at me from all corners of the world!? Shit don't make no sense. Like I said earlier, I'm not apologising for a crime I didn't commit. I hope in time you'll come forth and tell the truth. That's all I'm sayin'. I'm done..." I said to my mama and she started pushing me away again towards our ride.

We made it back to my house. The whole ride was a blur due to me coming into realization of what's to come and what has happened in the last 48 hours of my life. If this is a dream, God please wake me up now. Damn, I sound crazy but I feel crazy. The shit I've been through in the last 48 hours is bullshit, I don't wish this shit on nobody.

I didn't have a record until I made a record. Before all the fame and money when I was speaking on politics and shit, nobody listened. Now I'm a target for many people including the law and just about everybody is paying attention. I do want people to pay attention so they can know what's really going on but some people take advantage of that and use it for other purposes. Like the court just used it against me. Talking about my language, and a while bunch of other nonsense.

December 17, 1994

~Tia's P.O.V~

We had to continue filming without Tupac. We have a deadline to meet and if we don't meet it then we can get in trouble. Since Tupac isn't here we have to use his stunt double for the rest of the film. It'll work but we just need audio from Tupac. I wanted to spare him but I'm only CO-DIRECTING this which means what I say is second.

I didn't even want to bother him with all he's been through but like I said what I think is second place. It is business and he's under contract. We all are. Besides on set, I wasn't speaking to him but after all of this it's kind of hard not to. Imagine falling out with someone you're close to because of someone's else idiocy. Sure it was more to our falling out the charges being one of the two reasons.

I'm a victim of sexual abuse and I know so many girls who are also victims/ survivors of sexual abuse. All of those girls weren't brought to justice nor did they have their feeling spared. Most of those women are afraid to speak on what happened to them. They have to live with what happened to them everyday. I don't take anything dealing with sexual assault with a grain of salt, that's just not me.

When they said there was no evidence of the happening then okay. His DNA wasn't found in or on her. They built their evidence on other things he's done publicly. The law tend to do that a lot. Tupac and I just started back talking frequently about a week ago. He vents and I listen or vice versa.

If Tupac would have died I would be heartbroken and felt guilty for our falling out. The first reason was petty anf the second reason was serious but false. I'm glad that he's doing better physically but on the mental spectrum he needs help. He's very paranoid but who could blame him?

Anyone would be paranoid after going through these types of things. Especially him getting shot five times and the perpetrators never getting caught. He doesn't really know who to trust, and who to let go. He stuck on who're his real friends and who aren't his real friends. Tupac is highly suspecting that it was Biggie.

Honestly, I would put anything past him and his friend Puffy. The first time I met them a bolt of energy went through me telling me to stay alert. They gave me bad vibes everytime I was around them. I mean Tupac was the fall guy for Puffy and Biggies wrongdoings. The little time I've been talking to him I would ask him what happened and his story never changed from what he told me months ago. 

"You done?" I asked Tupac.

"Mhm." He mumbled rolling back in the room on his chair. He had just finished doing his physical training. "I'll be on crutches in no time."

"You ready?" I said taking out my binder that had the script inside.

"Yeah, let's get this shit done." He said to me and grabbed his own book with his script in it.

"Okay." I pressed record after he turned to the page we left off on.

Author's Note: I hope you all are being safe out there because people are crazy as heck. This year seems like it's going to be a worse on than the last. Black women PLEASE BE CAREFUL! These are some scary times.

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