Here's an update, y'all gon' scream or nah? 🙄

Before I start this chapter, I just wanna say that the first half of this story will be complete after chapter 27. And the next chapter will have a hell of a cliffhanger, I PROMISE lol.

The twist will be revealed. Who has been lieing to E all this time? Hmm.. but it's going to end with a bang trust me.

Trust no one, and Eric is going to find out the hard way. Literally, the cliffhanger will shock the hell out of you.

"BANG BANG" will be published after chapter 27. And the second half of the story will head towards his death row sentence

Last but not least, who's watching the Wal-Mart version of "Straight Outta Compton"? Lol the Michel'le biopic. The casting is worse than the Aaliyah biopic 💀

|Recap|

I dropped my apron and ran outside as quick as a flash. I see everyone crowding around, so someone has been shot.

"Back up please!" a guard yelled.

"Excuse me," I muttered while walking through the crowd.

"Sir. Stand back please."

I looked down...

"Hey that's my friend! Lucky!" I yelled.

A drive-by took place a few minutes ago, out of nowhere.

Everything was normal. We were all having a good time at Rooftop. I even decided to volunteer at the bar and serve drinks.

Then out of nowhere, we hear gunshots and screeching tires.

Everyone is crowded around and there's police officers everywhere.

"Someone's been hurt!"

"Someone was shot!" another person yelled.

"Excuse me," I muttered.

I attempted to make my way through the crowd but was stopped by a guard.

"Stand back," he said.

"Sir could you stand back please? We've just called an ambulance," another guard added.

"Hey that's my friend! Lucky!"

I kneeled down and grabbed his hand. He's clearly been shot and is holding on to dear life.

All I want to know is.. who the fuck would do something like this.

"W-what happened?" I asked.

"Mr. Wright he's been shot. A drive-by took place, but the paramedics should be on their way."

My eyes started to water. I stared at Lucky and my lips began to tremble. This is my friend... no matter what we go through, he's my friend.

"Lucky?" he didn't respond so I repeated. "Lucky?"

He opened his eyes while heavy breathing. He's also crying.. but I can't blame him. As soon as he spotted me, he started to smile.

"How many times was he shot?" someone asked.

"Lucky?"

"E?" he responded with teary eyes. I held on to his hand as tight as I could.

He has one hand over his chest.. which answers everything.

"I'm here. I'm here Lucky," I smiled. I couldn't hold it any longer, I dropped a couple of tears but like I said.. this is my friend.

"Eric?" he said before taking his last breathe. His eyelids slowly closed and I slowly released his hand.

This feels like a dream. A nightmare. Is this a nightmare?

I hope it's just a nightmare.

At that moment, I started to cry. Fuck hiding my emotions, my friend just died.. I witnessed my friend's death.

Lucky's last word was.. "Eric."

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I continued to look at my friend's dead body.

A couple of witnesses are trying to console me, but I don't care about that. Right now more than anything, I want to kill every damn Blood in the city.

"I think they're tracking down the shooter. They spotted two men in a black truck, and according to witnesses.. they aimed directly at this man."

"Please stop the gang violence guys... please."

"Gang violence? So are you saying..." a lady trailed off.

"Yes m'am. The shooters are most likely members of either the Crips or Bloods."

Words can't describe how I'm feeling right now. My friend was killed.. for no reason.

The more I look at his body, the more I want to seek revenge. This feels like a setup. Yeah, this is definitely a setup.

"Mr. Wright? The parademics will be here soon. Could you please stand back?"

I grabbed his hand one last time and held on to it for awhile, before releasing it.

I instantly unlocked my car, started the ignition, and headed towards Compton.

Fuck the speeding limit. I don't care about anything or anyone at the moment.

I'm speeding and trying to hold back tears at the same time. But I can't. I can still hear Lucky's voice. I can still picture him laying on the ground, bleeding to death and crying. I can still picture me squeezing his hand, and him taking his last breathe.

This seems so surreal but I can still picture me witnessing my friend's death.

City of Compton

"I think they're tracking down the shooter. They spotted two men in a black truck, and according to witnesses.. they aimed directly at this man."

I remember the guard describing the truck and the shooters. His exact words...

Tonight is my lucky night because I spotted a truck with two passengers who seem suspicious. If I'm not mistaken, this truck fits the profile so I decided to chase it.

The driver noticed, so he began to pick his speed up. This only led to a high speed chase.

Yeah, I'm definitely two steps closer to prison. But at this point, I don't give a damn anymore.

I drove fast enough to rear end his bumper. The shooter in the passenger's seat shot at me, but missed; which caused me to rear end the bumper harder.

This time, I must've pissed the driver off because he decides to shoot at me. He let his guard down, and he crashed into a large gate.

The car instantly stopped, and one fled the scene.... the driver. The passenger must have died.

I hear sirens and a few helicopters. I knew LAPD would make an appearance.

I grabbed my strap from my glove department and made sure that it's loaded. Then, I began to run after the driver.

The more I ran, the more I felt myself running out of breathe. I didn't bring my inhaler so I'm trying to take it easy. Seems like my bronchitis only wants to act up at the worst time.

[A/N: since nobody knows if he had asthma as well or not, I'm just going to stick with bronchitis only]

We met up at a dark alley. Well, I can see him but he can't see me. He's a Blood as well as the other guy, and I know he's working with Suge.

He began to panick and kept one hand on his strap. I used stealth and silently crept behind him; then grabbed the back of his head and slammed him against a tree.

My attack caused him to drop his gun; and since it's dark, he can't see where he dropped it. But, he's carrying a knife. So of course he was going to pull it out and attempt to stab me.

He wasn't successful at stabbing, but he was able to cut the side of my arm. I winced in pain, then knocked it out of his hand.

Turns out, this nigga isn't as tough as he think he is.

"P-please don't hurt me. Please! I didn't do anything wrong! Don't kill me please!" he pleaded.

"My friend didn't do anything wrong either. He didn't deserve to get hurt or killed," I spat.

"W-what are you.. what are you talking about? I have no idea what you're talking about! Just give me a chance please! I'm innocent!"

"Did you give Lucky a chance?"

I slowly stepped towards him and he continued to back up.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know a Lucky. Please don't kill me man please."

Here we go again, tears are streaming down my cheeks. But once again, this is for Lucky. They're not getting away with this.

"Please... don't kill me," he begged.

I keep having frequent flashbacks of Lucky's death. The more flashbacks I have, the more I get emotional and cry.

"Yeah, are you the big bad Eazy-E that everyone keeps talking about? Shit, the world acts like you're some hardcore, badass motherfucker," he laughed.

Before he reached for his knife again, I grabbed his hand and shoved him against another tree while choking him.

I attempted to grab my strap but his body dropped, instantly.

I stood there in confusion. Then checked for a pulse. Looks like I choked him to death.. literally.

"Shit," I whispered. I took a deep breathe and headed towards my car. This has been a hell of a night.

LAPD is still tracking me down but I could care less right now.

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It's about one 'o clock in the morning and I decided to stop by Jerry's because I'm not in the mood to go home right now.

"Eric? Oh my God. What's going on? Why are you here so early in the morning?"

"They killed him," I spat.

His face dropped. "Who?"

"Lucky. T-they killed Lucky."

"My God. Eric, what the hell is going on?"

"They shot him Jerry. I don't know what the hell is going on but.. they shot him. They killed him."

"I don't understand. Who shot him?" he questioned.

I licked my lips. "Man I can't even explain this shit right now. This shit makes no sense Jerry. But why? Why did they kill my friend like that?"

"Eric...," he trailed off.

"We were having a good ass time at Rooftop. We had a few drinks and I even decided to volunteer at the bar."

|Flashback|

"It started off as a simple toast. I'm telling you, everything was fine."

"Welcome Eric. How are you?"

"Tomica and I got together as well. We're done with the friends with benefits shit."

"I would like to know why Scooter invited me here because I was in the studio."

"Let's make a toast. Guys, this is Eric Lynn Wright. He is the definition of loyal. I'm honored to be in his presence. All of this.. is for you Eric. We're thanking you. That's why Scooter asked you to come."

"Thanking me for.. what?"

"For keeping your word. You are truly a blessing Eric. Thank you."

"To Eric."

"To Eric."

"Eric who are these people? I feel like you're not telling me everything."

"It's a long story Jerry. Trust me."

"Eric, thank you again. And I'll keep you in my prayers. Congrats on your music, you deserve it."

"Thank you."

"Three hours later, the barista trained me and I began serving drinks at the bar. I honestly enjoyed it."

"You working the liquor bar? Now this, I gotta see."

"Nice to see you volunteering Mr. Wright. You're so humble. Thank you."

"You're welcome m'am."

"I see they got you working huh Eazy?"

"Aye.. I don't mind. It's no problem at all."

"That's when Lucky walks up to me. And I can tell he was drunk as hell."

"Wait in line like everybody else."

"Chill. Just wanted to let you know that I'll be outside in my car. I have a phonecall to make."

"Thanks for letting me know."

"Eric you're not telling me everything. Who are these people? Lucky, Henry.. who are they?"

"Hi Eazy. Glad to see you working the bar. Can I have an apple martini please? It's my favorite."

"It's on the house baby."

"Oh thank you! Thank you so much!"

"My blessings."

"Then we hear gunshots and screeching tires. I dropped my apron and ran outside as quick as a flash."

"Back up please!"

"Excuse me."

"Sir. Stand back please."

"I looked down... and there he was. Just laying there."

"Hey that's my friend! Lucky!"

|End of flashback|

"Eric.. I-I'm sorry. I truly am but..."

"Nah there's no need to be sorry Jerry. It's done. I took care of everything."

He glared at me. "What do you mean you took care of everything? I hope you didn't do anything you'd be sorry for."

"The only thing I'm sorry for is for not doing it the way I planned on doing it."

"I hope you didn't kill those thugs. You're smarter than that Eric. Let the police handle them, you have a career and your whole life ahead of you."

"I still don't understand it Jerry. We was at Rooftop, having a good time. I mean we was just there, and now he's dead."

"Eric," he muttered while shaking his head.

"That's my friend Jerry."

"Eric. Come here. Come inside so we can talk about this. The gang violence has got to stop. An innocent life was taken."

My eyes started to water and my voice began trembling. "I-I can't believe they shot him Jerry. Can't believe he's dead. That's my friend."

He sighed and engulfed me in a hug. Which is something Jerry and I never do.

"Okay. Okay. It's okay Eric. You can cry son. There's nothing wrong with crying, get it out."

"That's my fucking friend," I spat.

                                          -
KTLA NEWS

"A young man was fatally shot last night in front of Rooftop Bar. According to witnesses, the shooters were seen driving in a black truck and fled the scene. They are still on the run. If you know anything, please call 1-800-SNITCH."

"Cut! You're doing fine Tomica. Continue."

She smiled. "Do you want an official LAPD badge? Simply give any information or evidence and we will look into it. This way, you can help stop gang violence and help keep Los Angeles safe. I'm Tomica Woods and this is KTLA News."

"Let's take five," said Steve.

I approached her and gave her a tight hug. The only person I want to see right now is my girl.

"Eric.. I heard about-"

"It's done."

"What do you mean?"

"It's done. I killed the shooters. Both of 'em. It's done."

She shook her head.

"What is it?" I questioned.

"Are you sure you got the right guys?"

"Yeah. I'm positive. Why?"

"No. This has got to be a mistake. The shooters are still on the run. Eric did.."

"What?" I spat "no Tomica, what are you saying? I tracked them down and I killed 'em. They were driving a black truck."

"With a sunroof? According to the police report and witnesses, the truck has a sunroof."

My face dropped. "Wait a minute..."

"Eric! You killed the wrong people!" she yelled.

"Just tell the whole fucking world Tomica."

"No. No you didn't just kill two innocent people. Eric.. I can't believe you."

"So if the ones I killed were innocent then.. who killed Lucky?"

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Who do you think killed Lucky? 🤔