Loving Eazy || EAZY-E FANFIC {DISCONTINUED}

Twenty-Four

West Hollywood, CA
November 7th, 1991

Amira

I turned the key and unlocked the door before stepping into my new home. I glanced around, taking in how much space there was. It wasn't my penthouse in the city but it was beautiful. I figured that I needed to, in a way, start fresh. So here I was in the brand new home that I brought after getting home. It was finally furnished and ready to move in.

I sat my purse on the table next to the door and walked back out, taking the for sale sign out of the front yard.

I'd been a home for about a week now and I was ready to get back in the studio and make music. While away I had a lot of time to write a lot of songs and do a lot of thinking. About my life, my parents, Richard, Eric, everything. I was finally in a good place.

No stress, no worries, and no meds.

The doorbell rang three times before I rolled my eyes and made my way back towards the front door. I opened it to find my mother and my uncle on my doorstep. A look of confusion immediately appeared on my face because I hadn't told anyone about my new place...yet.

"Mom. Uncle Jerry. What are you doing here?" I asked moving out of the way.

They both walked in and didn't say anything. My mother was quiet which meant that something was definitely up. Usually she'd be storming in and fussing at me God knows what. She was unusually quiet and so was my uncle.

I shut the door and followed them into the kitchen.

"What's going on?" I asked curiously standing across from them at the island.

My mother pulled an envelope from her purse and slid it across the countertop towards me. I looked at her and picked it up before opening it.

"You know you could leave my mother out of things sometimes. You're my manager. She doesn't need to know every time something goes wrong." I told my uncle.

"Noted." He says taking a seat at the island.

I sighed and pulled everything from the envelope before going over it. My chest began to tighten as I poured over the medical records with my name on it. It was an in detail "report" of the abortion I'd gotten a few months ago. I looked up at them, not knowing what to say.

"That's not all." My uncle says motioning me to keep going.

I looked further through to find pictures of Eric and I, some explicit. Some of them were from Gina's party and some from another time we'd met up. You could definitely make out that we were indeed having sex in some.

I sighed, resting my head in my hands.

I didn't understand who would do something like this but I also had a bad feeling about who would.

"How in the hell did you get this?" I asked furious.

"I told you to be careful! Look at the mess you've gotten yourself into now." My mother says. "You're going to be on the cover of every single magazine if you don't get your act together."

"These photos are months old. I wasn't aware that somebody was following me around." I argued back. "It's my ass on the line, not yours."

"It might as well be."

"You're just worried about yourself and your image. You don't even care about me, which comes as no surprise." I said leaving my mother stunned.

"Was the baby Eric's?" My uncle Jerry asks.

I looked at him and shrugged.

"And if it was?"

My mother scoffs and walked away from the counter.