I just wanna say I appreciate each and every one of you that supports me. I'm going to fight through my writer's block so this is an actual update.

I can't.. I can't deal.

This makes me love you guys so much more. Thanks for the motivation. Let's see if I can write again.

And this story is gonna have to end. Not because of my writer's block but because I've worked on it since September so the epilogue is coming soon.

Last but not least here are the two stories that I may write before "Take Care."

•"A Night With My Male Stripper" -> Eazy-E

There's not a blurb yet but I'll come up with one soon.

•"Schizophrenia" -> Eazy-E

"Stay away from him."

"Why?"

".....he has schizophrenia."

You guys want me to write both but I can't promise you that. Also, watch your notifications because "The Wizard of OZ" is coming sooooooooooon 😘

That's all folks! Here's the chapter. Oh and get ready for a big ass time skip.

|Recap|

I decided to not tell her the date of my execution and the fact that they're going to put me to death by lethal injection.

"Eric baby you've gotta come home. The only people that knows about my pregnancy is me and you. You need to fight back. Fight for me, for our baby," she cried.

"Time's up Wright."

"Alright well I guess I gotta go. Remember what you promised, we're gonna get through this I promise. I love you and I apologize for whatever negative things I brought on into your life."

"Okay. It was nice seeing you Eric. You take care of yourself, bye."

December 1993

Tomica is in her ninth month of pregnancy and to say that I'm excited would be an understatement.

Well, nervous and excited at the same time.

It's officially been a year since I've been incarcerated and life in prison isn't getting any better. In all honesty, it gets worse day by day.

On the bright side, I've received thousands and thousands of letters from fans, family, and friends. My fans decided to start a petition for the state to release me because they truly believe that I only committed homicide for self defense.

No matter what anyone says in my favor, nothing is going to change. I got the death penalty and there's nothing I or anyone else can do about it.

Tomica visited me numerous times throughout her entire pregnancy. She's wrote hundreds of letters just so that she can inform me about my son.

She told me that she decided to name him Dominick. I don't want her to know that I want to have another baby by her.

Dominick wasn't planned. And to be real, I didn't see myself having kids with her.. it just happened.

I want to knock her up again and soon. Simply because I want to make sure that I leave a piece of me on this world. We're still engaged and I know she wants a traditional wedding in a big church while wearing a pretty, white dress like any other woman.

But we need to face facts. This is it for me. This place, and this life. I'm not gonna make it and there's nothing I can do about it. So I have a big decision to make, a very big decision.

Her due date is around the corner and the only thing I want more than anything right now is to witness my son's birth.

"Let's go Wright. You know the drill, you've been here since last year," said the guard.

In the past year, they've executed at least five prisoners. Three were executed by lethal drugs, one was electrocuted and another guy had to inhale lethal gas.

The gas chamber is not a pleasant way to go.

I'm not cleaning urinals as much as I used to which is a good thing. I'll clean them maybe once or twice a week now and Thomas is also fighting for me.

One thing I learned about surviving in prison, besides the fact that it's every man for himself, but it's also not what you know but who you know.

My execution date will be here sooner than I think and I just wish that it can come a lot faster. At this point, I just feel that I have nothing to live for.

I'm not close to Dre and Ren as much as I used to be. Yella is still around and he writes me as much as he can.

Dre started his own label with Suge Knight. I knew that it was going to happen sooner or later.

Yeah, things are fucked up and they're only going to get worse. If only I could go back in time. If I could go back to 1990...

He handed me three letters. This has become a daily routine. Every morning I'll receive fan mail and letters from family and friends.

"Thank you," I muttered before opening the first one. It's little things like this that puts a smile on my face.

Dear Eazy-E

I wrote you twice already, what's up? It's 1993 man and you're still behind bars? Why? This is fucked up. But again, what's been up? I heard about your fiancé giving birth to your son. Congrats, and I'm thinking about naming my son Dominick too. We're still trying to get people to sign this petition because we honestly believe that you killed that guy for self defense. Anyways, keep your head up E. And hit me back if you can.

Sincerely Yours,

I'm your biggest fan

Dear Mr. Eric Wright

Eazy what's going on man? This is my tenth time writing you and you still have yet to respond. I hate to ask you this but do you think you're too good to write back your fans? I'm out here protesting my ass off just so you can come home because your death sentence is foul play to me. Please write back if you don't mind. Oh and congrats on your youngest son.

Your Truly,

Stan

Dear Eric

                 Baby he's here! Dominick. He was born on the 14th. He came a bit early but I'm not complaining. Anyway, I'm on bed rest so I can't visit you right now but just know that I'm thinking about you 24/7. Baby you're always on my mind no matter what and we're praying for you. I know things happen for a reason and I know that God has the final say so. We'll get through this. I know that we're strong enough to get through anything. Anyways, here's a few pictures of us throughout our relationship. And I'll kiss Dom for you.

Oh and I finally got my driving license too! Thanks for teaching me how to drive baby, you're the best.

Love always,

Your number one

Shit, I see us in the future. Well, I can see us in the future if I was on the outside instead of here on the inside.

The future is far but it's not as far as she thinks. My mind is made up and I'm one hundred percent sure that this is what I want to do and this is the girl I want to be with.

If I could go back in time, I would. I would do it all over just to do it again. Everything.

Meeting her and Lauren at Club Dooto's. Becoming friends with benefits. Smoking weed in bed together. Teaching her how to drive, giving her a promise ring in Vegas, proposing, and she even had my baby.

I mean if Cube can settle down and get married to a girl named Kim, I can too.

I heard that Dre and... his bitch is getting serious. Some girl named Nicole, and I wouldn't be surprised if Ren and Yella are in serious relationships by now.

Everything is going to work out just fine. After I hand everything to her and only her because I feel that she'll carry my legacy out.

I felt my eyes water while I continued to read the letter she sent me.

Tomica is my baby. Even though I fucked up and hurt her so many times but I'm just a fucked up person. No one understands me better than her, no one. And she's the only person that can put up with my ruthless life.

"Can I have a pen?" I asked.

He hesitated but changed his mind. He searched his pocket for a spare pen and paper and handed it to me.

I sat on the edge of my bed and began to write.

Dear fan

Thanks for writing me more than once. I truly appreciate it. And thank you for protesting and fighting for me. But please don't think that I'm ignoring you because I'm not. I receive thousands of letters and it's hard to respond to all of them but I see you. I just want to say much love, stay true to the game, and thanks for your support.

Eazy-E

I placed the letter in an envelope and gave it back to the guard.

I can honestly say that the guards as well as the head guard aren't as petty as they used to be which is a good thing. I'm no longer "fresh meat" which is even better.

"Eh I forgot this one," he said.

"Thanks," I smiled.

As soon as I began to read, my smile faded.

Eric

     This is Tracy. Just wanted to write you to see how you're holding up. Anyway, I'm praying for you and Erin misses you. Hang in there. And here's a picture.

This is my favorite picture of us.

Love always,

Tracy

"Bitch it's the only picture of us," I spat.

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Donald Trump as the head guard 😂

Jim Carey as Thomas O' Neil

So how was it? Was it good? I think I beat writer's block.