Behind Closed Doors • Eazy-E & Aaliyah

Behind Closed Doors [30]

A week later
-Eazy's POV-

After me and Aaliyah broke up, she moved out of my crib and took Dominick with her.
I don't care where she went, I just wanted her scandalous ass out of my house. As far as I know, she's living with her parents. As long as she takes care of my son, that's all I'm worried about.

I know what I did to her was fucked up but she was fucking some nigga from Ruthless.
I still don't know who the little nigga is, but I hope he's enjoying my leftover pussy. He can have her.

I decided to move my girl Stephanie in. I'm happier with her anyway. She's young, tight, and cute as hell.

I called her.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Aye baby it's Eric. I want you to move in with me. We've been together for months now."

"I would love to. When did you want me to move in?" she asked.

"Shit right now."

"Okay give me time to pack my stuff. I'll move the rest of my furniture into a storage unit."

"Alright. I'll ask a few of my homeboys to help you."

"Thanks!"

Late that night

Now that me and Aaliyah aint together anymore, I have nothing to lie to Stephanie about. So when she asks if I'm messing with somebody, I can proudly say no.

After I took a hot shower and brushed my teeth, I got in bed with her. Next thing I know, my coughs started.

"Baby your coughs are getting worse. Why wont you go to the doctor?" she asked.

"Y'all know how much I hate going to the doctor. It's just my bronchitis baby or maybe
I got sick when we were in New York."

"Well let me take care of you then."

She got up, fixed me a glass of orange juice and gave me some cough syrup. Then she gave me a massage.

"Damn this cough syrup is nasty."

"I know baby but you gotta take it if you want to get better. Aww, drink your orange juice. How does the massage feel?"

"It feels good baby. Do you love me?" I asked.

"Of course I do."

"This massage feels good but you got something that feels better," I said with a smirk.

"Word? What would that be?"

"Stop playing and get on top of daddy."

She was already wet.

"Damn baby, I didn't stick it in you yet and you already wet as hell."

Aaliyah's parents' house, one month later
-Aaliyah's POV-

It's been a month since my breakup with Eric. We aint spoke ever since I moved out. Me and Dom are still living with my folks until I find us somewhere to live.

I miss Eric, I really do. I keep thinking about the past and all of the fun we had together. Then I think about all of the rough times.
We had a fucked up, bipolar relationship but we always worked things out.

I need to move on because I'm sure he's moved on. It's easier for a man to move on after a breakup, I noticed. How can I forget about an almost five year relationship with a man that got me pregnant twice? I know they say it takes a man to get over a man, but I don't want another man. I want Eric.

Me and Jordan are still cool. We hang out every once in awhile. As far as I know, Eric still doesn't know about our friendship. I just think this double standard shit gotta go. Why is it okay for Eric to have fun but I can't? Men HATE when we cheat on them but they can cheat on us though.

My mom walked in and tried to make me feel better.

"Are you okay Aaliyah?" she asked.

"No. But I'll be fine though. Just give me some time."

I tried to get my mind off of E, but I couldn't. All the shit he put me through and all the shit he said to me. I have every reason to hate him but I can't.

"Mom could you pleaseee not say I told you so?"

Tears started to fall down my cheeks. She gave me a hug and tried to console me.