|Recap|

He charged towards me and attempted to perform a bodyslam, as if he's some sort of wrestler, but I dodged which caused him to trip and hit his head on an end table.

"Stings huh?"

He glared at me without responding.

"Oh what's wrong? You gonna cry?"

"Eric Lynn Wright, fag. It's time for you to die. And I'm gonna kill you just like I killed Lucky."

After being shot and left for dead two years ago, I survived. By the grace of God.

Some people call it luck, while others call it a blessing. I was shot point blank in the head by someone I trusted. Someone who I thought was a friend.

I lost my memory but everything's coming back to me. And I didn't think this day would come. The day Scooter and I would come to blows.

"Eric Lynn Wright, fag. It's time for you to die. And I'm gonna kill you just like I killed Lucky."

"Oh. Scary," I chuckled.

"You know what's scary? Me calling in a few favors to knock Tomica off the face of the Earth. But why should I?" he smirked.

"Aye asshole, you're gonna have to get through me first. She doesn't know who you are but she will soon enough. You set her up and caused her to lose her job."

"We all have a choice E. She chose to fuck herself up, that's how she lost her job. I had nothing to do with it," he laughed.

He began to smirk and continued. "By the way, Lucky's grave is beautiful isn't it? I think the four leaf clovers was a brilliant move. Brilliant."

I held back tears and gave him a left blow. It's no surprise that he punched me in the face as well and next thing I know, a fight broke out between us.

I may be short but I'm hella strong. He attempted to hit me again but I dodged before grabbing his arm and shoving him against the wall; punching him three more times.

I don't know what's come over me, but that felt good. Amazing.

In the middle of choking him, I felt the sharp end of a knife enter my hip. I look down and realize that he stabbed me of course, but I'm not going to let it distract me.

I can take so much pain and I'm bleeding everywhere.

He attempted to stab me once more, but I managed to knock the knife out of his hand. It's a small pocket knife but it can still do as much damage as a big knife.

I let my guard down due to my heavy breathing. I didn't bring my inhaler so I'm basically fucked.

He noticed and is using this to his advantage. Because I'm currently having breathing problems, he successfully body slammed me.

He reached for his knife and was able to cut my arm, leaving a huge mark that is going to require a few stitches in order to heal.

"Shit," I muttered while shielding my arm.

"See now you done fucked up. You fucked up big time," he spat.

Yeah, I'm fucking up. I can't catch my breathe and he's whooping my ass because of it.

I quickly stood up and he charged towards me with the knife still in his hand. I managed to dodge and knock it out of his hand again.

Adrenaline rushed through my body because I instantly forgot about my bad lungs and slamming his head against a counter.

His body dropped and I sighed.

"Good riddance," I mumbled.

                                         -
Two hours later

I spent roughly thirty minutes patching up my wounds. He stabbed and cut me multiple times and I'm not a big fan of the hospital so, I decided to take matters into my own hands and wrap up the cuts with bandages and alcohol.

My pager is going off so I silenced it instead of reading and answering messages.

It's damn near midnight. And I'm pretty sure that no one should be in the woods. Well, at least not this late and this time of night.

I know I'm a pretty fucked up person. I know I'm fucked up for this. But, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

Well, that's what Scooter used to always say.

Only God can judge me...

It's going to be a long ride. So, I decided to listen to the radio just to ease my mind. As soon as I switched the station to K-Power, I adjusted the volume and began to smirk.

"One, two, three, then I seen a nigga. Hopping the fence and it was Ren on the muthafucking trigger. He got in the Benz and said Dre I was speaking to yo bitch O'shea."

After a long drive on a deserted road, I finally reached my destination. This area is a ghost town, it damn near doesn't exist.

No one is going to know and no one has to know.

I dragged him out of my car and encouraged him to sit on an abandoned log. Hs mouth is taped and his arms and legs are tied; I knew this day would come.

He's unable to talk, the only noise he can make are grunts; which is what he's doing.

"Shut the fuck up," I spat.

I searched my back pocket and pulled out Tomica's promise ring.

His grunts became louder so I snatched the tape from his mouth.

"I'm sorry!" he cried, showing the few teeth he has left.

I smirked. "You want me to pull another one? You have nine more to go."

"Please, don't! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

While keeping a straight face, I headed towards the trunk of my car and grabbed a gallon of gas as well as a lighter.

He continued to scream but his speech is slurred due to his lack of teeth.

I walked towards him and dumped the gas; basically drowning him.

I slowly lit the lighter and threw it on him. I watched his body burst into flames and he screamed in pain.

They say the worst death is being burned alive.

Still screaming, he slipped and landed on his stomach. I used this opportunity to add more fuel to the fire by lighting a match and tossing it over his body.

I continued to watch him burn alive and next thing I know, I grabbed my strap and shot him in the back ten times.

While his dead body continued to burn, I slowly slid my strap back in my pants and headed towards my car.

-
"In the middle of Los Angeles, the dead body of a man who was burned to death was found in the middle of the woods."

"Violence in Los Angeles is getting out of hand. The Los Angeles Police Department is looking for the victim's killer. The body will be cremated."

"Los Angeles gangs are becoming more dangerous. There has been a serious first degree murder that took place last night in the middle of the woods."

"If you know anything please call 1-800-SNITCH."

I let myself in Jerry's home the next morning after getting a good night's sleep. Of course I called Tomica numerous times and paged her as well but she's ignoring me. I'm just going to give her all the space she needs. If it's meant to be, it'll be.

"Hey Eric. Come in," he said while leaning over his kitchen counter.

I walked in with a smirk on my face.

"Are you hungry Eric? What can I help you with? Are you still with the groupie?"

"You love to look down on her, huh?"

He chuckled. "Ah the executive assistant. How are you two doing? She still living with you? Are you still taking care of her son?"

"This ain't about Tomica, Jerry."

"I just made myself a big breakfast, you sure you aren't hungry? Now back to that groupie um, Tymeisha?"

I rolled my eyes. "Tomica. Her name is Tomica. And I'm not here to talk about her."

He took a seat at his table and I followed. "Okay Eric. I'm going to ask you again, why are you here? That is, if you don't mind me asking."

"The guy who killed my friend and shot me, is dead."

He dropped his fork. "What? No."

"Yeah. He was killed last night."

"What the hell happened Eric? I hope you didn't do anything that you'd be sorry for."

"Who said I did anything?" I chuckled.

He glared at me. "So what happened? Two wrongs don't make a right Eric and you know that."

"He deserved it didn't he? I mean, he killed Lucky and almost killed me."

"Eric we don't decide who gets to live and who gets to die, that's up to God. Lucky didn't deserve to go out the way he did, but killing Scooter is only going to make the situation worse."

He continued. "And I hope you didn't take matters into your own hands Eric. You know better than that, Eric Lynn Wright doesn't kill people."

KTLA News

"Tomica you're on in three, two, one."

She smiled. "Police are still looking for answers and any known facts about the mysterious and brutal killing that took place last night."

"Cut! Let's take five guys. Maybe it's just me but Tomica is being a bird today," said Steve.

I approached her with tulips behind my back.

"Kick a man when he's down huh?" I chuckled.

"Eric what are you doing here?"

"Tomica I want you to know something. I.. love.. you. I hand picked these tulips and risked my life just to get here and apologize because baby you're worth it."

I continued. "And if you'll forgive me and take me back, I'll be the happiest man alive."

She smiled but didn't respond.

Okay, let's try this again.

I searched my back pocket and grabbed a silver box. Once again, I'm nervous as hell.

Everyone on set gathered around, I had everything planned.

"Baby, this is what I came here to do." I got on one knee and her face dropped. "Will you marry me?"

"Say yes!" everyone screamed in unison.

"Yes!" she yelled with a big smile on her face.

We gave each other a big hug which was well deserved. This is a moment for us, nobody else. Right now everything and everyone doesn't exist or matter.

It's 1992 and it's time for a new life. I see nothing but good things heading my way.

-
Two months later

The next morning I woke up and completed
my daily morning routine. Brushed my teeth, rinsed my mouth out with mouthwash, took a shower, and ate a quick bowl of cereal.

On my way out the door I checked my pager and noticed that I have a lot of unread messages that I didn't get to read.

Everything's good... they never found out who did it.

Then I noticed three older white men near my car. They look suspicious, then one approached me.

"Eric Lynn Wright?" he asked.

"Yeah. What do you want?"

He took a few steps closer and flashed his badge. "You're under arrest for first degree murder. Let's go, you're coming with us."

Another cop handcuffed and shoved me in the back of their car. Someone obviously ratted me out, and LAPD made my mom tell them where I live.

One week later
United States Courthouse

Jerry was able to get me a lawyer, I mean it's the least he can do after running Dre and Cube away. I know I don't have a chance in Hell, but at least I have a battle.

I have a great support team. My mom, Tomica, Jerry, and Yella... they're all here in court with me. I'm fucked but it would've been a lot worse if they found out about my other "activities."

I spent a week in jail, and now I found myself sitting in the United States Courthouse along with my lawyer, who's currently working his ass off for me.

I just sat there with my head down, while listening to the judge. There's nothing to say besides the fact I fucked up. And I just hope and pray that my lawyer works a miracle.

"I find your crime serious considering the fact that you committed first degree murder, at a time when California is already going through a tragedy, which is the Rodney King beating. An act of gravity of which you Mr. Wright, should clearly understand...."

The guy is good but not good enough.
According to what the judge is saying, even
he can't get me out of this one.

Well, they finally have a verdict and the judge stood up. I'm shitting bricks.

"Eric Lynn Wright. For your crime against the people of this city, and of this great country... this court hereby sentences you capital punishment."

"No don't kill my baby!" my mom yelled "please don't kill him! This is a mistake, Eric is my child! Please don't kill him!"

I felt a lump in my throat and I kept my head down while a few officers escorted me out.

I look back and I see Tomica crying and trying her best to console my mom.

"I love you," I mouthed on my way out.

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The ending is part of the prologue if you remember.

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