January 1995

Shayla

It has been a hard time for me coping with Eric being in and out, coming and going as he pleases where I stay home and look like a bloated whale. It's just not fair at all.

I watched Rih and Kim make their way around my kitchen, while I thumbed through bridal magazines. Eric told me to pick a date for our wedding reception. I think March will be a perfect month. The first day of spring to have our friends and family come out and celebrate us.

"So, you know what type of dress you wanna wear?" Kim asked as she stirred up the cake batter.

We decided to have a Sunday dinner, inviting everyone over. Eric kids, Rih and Cube kids, Ren and Kim kids, Bone Thugs, and Yella. He has some girl and they have been working on becoming parents. I am happy for Yella.

I just thought it would be nice to get everyone together for a Sunday dinner. Eric has no clue, but I think he will be happy when he sees his kids and everyone sitting around the table.

"Hmm...maybe a peach colored dress?", I said as I continued looking through the magazine.

"What happened with that Child support situation. How much that Mario mustache bitch ganked E for?" Rih said as she stopped cutting up the yams and staring at me.

I glared in her direction, "He didn't say much...she didn't put him on the list though"

"Tuh" She jerked her head back as she continued cutting. "I wonder why"

I placed the book to my side and leaned forward, staring at Rih.

"Why you always got some slick shit to say?"

"Because, you and I both know why that bitch stop serving papers cause he serving her that dick that got yo ass sitting there looking like a bowling ball"

Kim chuckled, but stopped when I cut my eyes in her direction.

"You always talking shit Rih, damn", I scoffed as I slowly got off the couch.

"I spit facts and your cry baby ass don't wanna face the fact that Eric is a hoe, a short...- ".

Rih sentence was cut off at the sound of the door bell ringing. I started coughing as I caught my breath while walking to the door. My belly is so big and those doctors have yet called me for another appointment, but I had my prenatal pills so I was good.

The person kept ringing the doorbell rapidly, which was pissing me the fuck off. Whoever is on the other side of that door is impatient as fuck and they're ready to get their asses cussed the fuck out.

I opened the door and wish I kept that bitch closed. I leaned against the door and folded my arms as I looked at Tracey standing there without Erin. She smirked as she eye-balled me up and down.

"Yes?" I asked her snottily.

"Where Eric?" She asked with an attitude.

"Why?"

She sucked her teeth, "Don't start with me Shayla, tell his ass that Erin aint coming to the dinner".

I shook my head at this sorry heffa here. Most woman would die for a man to take care their children. Erin has her biological father, but this bitch is so fucking salty that I am carrying his child, sporting his last name that she would stoop so low to keep Erin away from me and her siblings.

"And why not? Is it because I contacted you and not Eric?", I teased with a sly smirk on my face.

"Because I don't want her to be here when something pop off later", she smiled deviously.

I squinted my eyes at her, stepping outside on to the step and closing the door behind me. I looked behind her and seen Erin sitting in the back seat in her car seat.

"Fuck are you talking about?", I spat.

"I don't like you" she said but held a finger up. "But, I will tell you that you aint the only one carrying his child Mrs. Wright".

I looked down at her stomach and back up at her. She didn't look pregnant, or was she?

Tracey continued, "You need to open a gossip magazine once in a while. That bitch Tomica is carrying Eric child."

I busted out in laughter, "You are fucking sick a sick ass bitch! You would stoop so low to come to my house, scratch that...ME AND MY HUSBAND'S HOME to come stir some drama up?"

Before Tracey could respond, I felt the house door open. I turned around and seen Rih and Kim standing there, with a look of disgust on their faces. Rih stepped on to the porch next to me, grilling Tracey.

"Fuck is this bitch doing here La?" Rih asked, still mugging Tracey.

"All you bitches are stupid" Tracey shook her head and dug down in her purse.

"Bitch you stupid, you the one coming up here stirring up rumors of my husband and Hoemica", I laughed.

"Bitch What?... Do I have to whip this scarecrow no titties having ass bitch ass?", Rih asked as she took a step closer to Tracey.

"I'd like to see yo ho ass try", Tracey said with a clenched Jaw.

Tracey didn't back down, instead she took a forward step and smacked Rih in the face with the Magazine.

"Bitch!" Rih screamed as grabbed Tracey by her shirt and swung her down to the concrete.

"Noo Stop!" I screamed as I tried to bend down and stop them from fighting.

"Bitch are you crazy! your pregnant!", Kim yelled as she grabbed me back.

I panicked as I watched these two girls go blow for blow in the grass. Rih was punching Tracey in her face while Tracey was tugging on Rih hair.

"Get the fuck off of me!" Tracey screamed as she started pulling Rih head harder.

"Let my hair go!", Rih said as she used the bottom of her fist to bang Tracey multiple times in her mouth.

"KIM Do something!", I screamed as I watched in horror.

"Okay..." Kim shook her hands as she ran over to the grass and picked up the magazine and handed to me.

I snatched the magazine from her and glared. "Really?"

She scoffed, "I aint getting my ass beat for Tracey hell no"

Tracey yelped out in pain as she crossed her legs around Rih back, but that didn't stop that crazy bitch. My attention diverted to a white Mercedes pulling up to the curb. I watched Cube and Ren jump out of the car and ran towards us, with Yella boy jogging behind.

"Ayoo.... stop that shit right now man!", Ren yelled as he grabbed Rih.

Cube used his hands to pry Tracey legs from around Rih back, "Stop muthafucka!" Cube screamed as shook Tracey skinny legs.

"Rih let her go!", Yella screamed.

"Fuck this bitch, she had this ass whooping coming!", Rih screamed as Ren finally peeled Tracey and Rih from each other.

"I'm calling the cops "

"Call the popo ho! I aint scared of no punk ass LAPD I'm from New York Bitch!

While the commotion continued outside, I stepped inside of the house and opened the E gossip magazine to the page Tracey had folded down.

I scanned the page in horror as I read the column in the magazine:

Rapper Eazy-E and Tomica Woods spotted out at a fiesta last evening. It has been reported that Tomica and Eazy has been seen throughout the Los Angeles metro area together numerous times through December and Early January.

Some sources that will remain anonymous even speculates that although Eazy is married, he may have another child on the Way with Woods, who has one child with Rapper Eazy E and another child from a previous relationship

I dropped the magazine on the floor as I felt a sharp pain rush across my chest. I felt my hands start to shake as my hands balled into a fist. This was the late nights and business he was fucking handling, while I'm home being a faithful wife to his is sorry, no good cheating ass.

Tears clouded my vision as I let out a blood curdling screaming-cry that echoed throughout my home. When people say they heart broken in pieces and can feel it is not just a feeling. I feel like my heart is shattered into a million pieces, and this time Im not going to cut my fingers piecing it back together.

"Oh, my god.... OH, MY GOD!" I screamed as I bellowed out a high pitch scream as hot tears flowed down my cheeks.

I heard the door bust open as I leaned on the counter top and screamed hysterically.

"Shayla...Shayla what the hell?" I heard Kim say as she rushed over to me. "Talk to me, calm down what the...Oh shit"

Oh, shit was right, I thought to myself. Why is it that I give my love and understanding but Eric consistently treats me as if I'm his enemy? He loves me, give me the best proposal and then turns around and "Handles Business".

"Yoo, what the fuck is wrong with her?", Ren voiced echoed throughout my home as I felt myself hyperventilating.

"Shayla, calm down... breathe", Kim screamed.

I tried to calm myself down, but it was unsuccessful. At this point I wish I could go back to the day before me and Eric met, to skip the biggest mistake of my life. Which was meeting him. he doesn't deserve me, and it took for me to be in this shit to realize this nigga was never going to change.

As I hyperventilated, I felt sharp pains in my lower pelvis area, causing me to double over and hold my stomach. I coughed and wheezed as I tried to catch my breath.

"My baby...My baby!", I screamed as I let out violent coughs before slightly choking on my tears.

"What the fuck going on, Y'all post to be cooking but.... what the fuck wrong with her?" Yella yelled as he ran over towards us.

"Man, somebody needs to call Eazy and get his ass down here now, where the fuck is this nigga anyway?", Ren sucked his teeth as he stood up and picked the magazine up off the floor.

"This nigga is fucking bananas man", Ren said as he threw the magazine to Yella.

The more I cried, the more the pains became sharper. I was losing my child.... My baby.

"It hurts...it hurts!", I screamed out in agonizing pain.

I wasn't sure if my feelings were hurting or was it more so my stomach. All I know, is I got played once again but this time as his bitch ass wife. I knew things were going too perfect. I believed his trifling ass and continued taking his ass back. For what? For this shit here.

"Call 911" Yella said as he jumped up, running to the phone.

"Fuck that shit, put her ass in the truck", Ren said as helped me up and walked me as fast as I could to the door.

It hurt bad to walk, as if my stomach were being stabbed up by hot blades and my coughing gotten worse. If I wasn't pregnant, I would go find him and do him in myself but I can't. Once outside, I seen Rih and Cube arguing and Tracey car was gone.

"That ho smashed a magazine in my face, what the fuck you want me to do? Stand there and take that shit, nah Woe fuck that shit", Rih screamed as she jumped in Cube face.

"You always gotta be extra, what if fucking man was here and he seen you acting like that you need to grow the fuck up girl!", Cube scoffed as he turned in our direction.

He continued, "What the fuck...- "

"Just follow us to the nearest hospital", Ren interrupted.

Rih ran towards me and helped me into my truck. Thank god Kim knew were my purse was so she could just grab my documents.  Nothing else mattered to me at this point, but my baby.  I tried to calm myself down, but this emotional turmoil and being pregnant with wacked out hormones wasn't helping.

"My baby...I don't wanna lose my baby please...Please" I cried at the top of my lungs before coughing loud and violently, causing me to clench my chest with my hand.

"Your baby gonna be fine baby, breathe... okay?", Rih said as she held my hand and Kim held my other hand. Yella sat in the front with Ren as he drove, while Cube rubbed my shoulders from the back of the truck.

The pain intensified as Ren did 80 mph towards the interstate. Everyone was screaming and talking over each other as I held my belly and tried to fight through the pain, to the point I felt like I was going to blackout. This was period pains with someone slicing your stomach with a hot knife.

I felt my eyes flutter as I went in and out of consciousness.

"Ren hurry up!", Kim cried with her voice cracking.

"I am man...SHIT someone call E man".

"Fuck Eric, if it wasn't for him we wouldn't be in this shit", Rih spat.

My eyes danced around my head as I felt them closing slowly but surely.

"Shayla...wake up.... wake up bitch!", Rih cried as I felt her shake me.

Darkness.

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