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Seriously, is there any other Eazy-E books on Wattpad with over 7k comments?!

Damn I have the most active readers. I love y'all and I'm gonna miss you but "Take Care" is indeed my last Eazy book.

In other news, the prologue for "The Wizard of OZ" is published so read it if you haven't. Everyone said it made them cry, it almost made me cry too.

And this story is almost over. I'm really gonna miss writing it.

Oh and y'all ain't right for laughing at what the guard told that prisoner in the last chapter lol he told him to bust a good nut and y'all laughed lmao.

No MM for this chapter as you can see.

|Recap|

"I have some business to take care of. Why don't you go have yourself a smoke?" one of the prisoners asked the head guard.

"Business? What kind of business?" he questioned.

The prisoner glanced at Eric before licking his lips.

"Oh you want the pretty boy? Okay. Well go ahead. I'll be back in ten minutes. Have fun and bust a good nut you sick bastard."

He nodded and slowly made his way towards Eric.

My life in prison is in shambles and it's only been four days since I've been here. The longer I'm here, the more I want them to hurry up and execute me.

I just finished cleaning dirty ass urinals after eating half cooked grits with my bare hands without any napkins or anything to wipe my hands with.

Gradually, I've grown and matured ever since I've been here. It's literally every man for hisself.

Seems like things go from bad to worse here. After working my fingers to the bone and wiping off piss and shit, I felt someone wrap their arms around my waist.

Yeah, shit really does go from bad to worse. But I knew this would happen sooner or later.

"Mmm I like your braids pretty boy. Who did 'me for you? Because they did one hell of a job," he mumbled.

I quickly turned around after rinsing myself off. This shit can not happen right now. No, this feels like a bad nightmare.

Is it just a bad dream? Am I asleep right now? When I wake up, will I be in my King size bed in my Calabases home?

"Nah you ain't drilling my ass. I love pussy and only pussy," I spat.

He licked his lips and attempted to touch me until I backed up. I wish this was just a fucking nightmare and the head guard is nowhere to be found.

"Let me tell you something about me, fresh meat. I get what I want, when I want it. And ever since you've been here, I've been watching you."

He took a few steps closers while I took a few steps back.

"Listen, don't drop the soap pretty boy. Now we can either do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice," he muttered while approaching me.

"Like I said. Go fuck one of your faggot ass homeboys instead. There's enough ass here for you to fuck. I don't get down like that."

He chuckled. "Okay. I see you want it rough?"

Out of nowhere, he shoves me against the wall before giving me a left blow. It was unexpected but I didn't let my guard down.

Of course a fight broke out between us which caused the other prisoners to join in. I'm what they call "fresh meat" because I'm new and they damn sure do not give a damn about me being Eazy-E.

While inside, I'm just another number to them, the guards, and the state.

The water from the showers is still running so the floor is very slippery, but I managed to hold my balance.

What started off as a man against man fight turned out to be a brawl as soon as the other prisoners decided to approach the scene.

Right now it's five against one and if I had my strap, I would easily put a bullet in each of their brains.

But I remember Tomica's exact words. Use my fists for once, so that's what I'm going to do.

One guy comes out of nowhere and body slams me. The other prisoners hovered over me and begins to kick the shit out of me.

After getting my ass kicked for a few seconds, I hear a whistle.

"Hey! Hey! Whoa whoa! What the hell is going on in here?!" one of the guards yelled.

Two more approached the scene and continued to blow the shit out of their whistles.

"Break it up! I said break it up!" the head guard spat.

Another guard had to break us up because these guys wouldn't stop.

Just got my ass beat for the first time while being incarcerated. Yeah, it's going to be a long three years.

"Break it up! What the hell were you idiots doing? Running a train on him?"

"All I wanted to do was-"

"Shut it up! I didn't ask you to talk! Turn these God damn showers off right now!" he spat.

Another guard added "looks like these fags wanted a piece of the fresh meat," he laughed. "Eric Lynn Wright is a real badass motherfucker."

"Fuck you," I snapped.

He raised a brow. "What did you just say?"

"I said fuck... you."

"Fuck me?" he chuckled "ah boss looks like we have to teach this hard headed nigger a lesson in manners. Because he needs to learn how to respect us. This is a white man's world, these niggers are just living in it."

Racist son of a bitch.

The head guard grabbed his bat and slowly walked towards me with a smirk on his face.

"Yeah. It's time to teach his ass a lesson," he muttered before hitting me in the legs.

I winced in pain and found myself on my back once again. The water from one of the showers begins to splash in my face, damn near drowning me while he's beating the shit out of me.

I can take pain very well but I don't think anything compares to getting beat with a bat.

The more he beats me, the more the other guards laugh.

"Don't make us speed up your death sentence. March 26, 1995 will be here faster than you think if you step out of line again. I promise you. Now get up," he spat.

My body is sore after getting beat two times in a row. I attempted to stand up but failed.

He chuckled and kicked me. "Get the hell up."

I slowly but surely stood up and faced him. He quickly grabs my arm and shoves me back down.

"What the hell?" another prisoner mumbled.

"Get the fuck up," he spat.

They demanded me to put my uniform back on and I was then escorted out.

Two guards have a tight grip on both of my arms while the head guard leads us to a private room.

"I'm gonna give you time to think about what you've said. Don't get killed before your execution date boy. Be a smart nigger, not a dumb, dead nigger."

They threw me inside a dark room, which is obviously the hole. Then another guard decides to randomly run in and push me on the ground.

The door closed and now I'm stuck in a dark ass room by myself.

So I got my ass beat twice in a row today. Never been so ready for death in my life. We're all going to experience death one day but while you're on death row, you're gonna wish your execution date will hurry up and come. Well, at least for me.

I've let everyone who loves me down. My family, friends, and fans. Hell I let myself down.

Started off robbing with two other niggas. Two are dead and I'm next. Two years ago in 1990, I had no idea that my life would end like this.

But the past can only be accepted.

                                         -
One week later

"Wake your short ass up Wright. You know the drill. After you eat, we want you to clean these urinals again. You make such a great maid. Oh and you might want to read this. It's a letter and it looks important."

I opened up the envelope and my face instantly lit up.

Dear Eazy-E

           Or should I call you Eric Wright? You don't know me but I'm one of your biggest fans. It sucks that you're there instead of here in L.A working on music. I tried to call you but the guards wouldn't allow it. Just wanted to let you know that we're fighting for you. We want you to come home and as long as we keep the faith, you will. Anyway when you get this letter please write back.

Sincerely yours,

Your biggest fan