24 Hours To Live • Eazy-E

The Final Twenty-Four | 31

|Recap|

He charged towards me and attempted to perform a bodyslam, as if he's some sort of wrestler, but I dodged which caused him to trip and hit his head on an end table.

"Stings huh?"

He glared at me without responding.

"Oh what's wrong? You gonna cry?"

"Eric Lynn Wright, fag. It's time for you to die. And I'm gonna kill you just like I killed Lucky."

After being shot and left for dead two years ago, I survived. By the grace of God.

Some people call it luck, while others call it a blessing. I was shot point blank in the head by someone I trusted. Someone who I thought was a friend.

I lost my memory but everything's coming back to me. And I didn't think this day would come. The day Scooter and I would come to blows.

"Eric Lynn Wright, fag. It's time for you to die. And I'm gonna kill you just like I killed Lucky."

"Oh. Scary," I chuckled.

"You know what's scary? Me calling in a few favors to knock Tomica off the face of the Earth. But why should I?" he smirked.

"Aye asshole, you're gonna have to get through me first. She doesn't know who you are but she will soon enough. You set her up and caused her to lose her job."

"We all have a choice E. She chose to fuck herself up, that's how she lost her job. I had nothing to do with it," he laughed.

He began to smirk and continued. "By the way, Lucky's grave is beautiful isn't it? I think the four leaf clovers was a brilliant move. Brilliant."

I held back tears and gave him a left blow. It's no surprise that he punched me in the face as well and next thing I know, a fight broke out between us.

I may be short but I'm hella strong. He attempted to hit me again but I dodged before grabbing his arm and shoving him against the wall; punching him three more times.

I don't know what's come over me, but that felt good. Amazing.

In the middle of choking him, I felt the sharp end of a knife enter my hip. I look down and realize that he stabbed me of course, but I'm not going to let it distract me.

I can take so much pain and I'm bleeding everywhere.

He attempted to stab me once more, but I managed to knock the knife out of his hand. It's a small pocket knife but it can still do as much damage as a big knife.

I let my guard down due to my heavy breathing. I didn't bring my inhaler so I'm basically fucked.

He noticed and is using this to his advantage. Because I'm currently having breathing problems, he successfully body slammed me.

He reached for his knife and was able to cut my arm, leaving a huge mark that is going to require a few stitches in order to heal.

"Shit," I muttered while shielding my arm.

"See now you done fucked up. You fucked up big time," he spat.

Yeah, I'm fucking up. I can't catch my breathe and he's whooping my ass because of it.

I quickly stood up and he charged towards me with the knife still in his hand. I managed to dodge and knock it out of his hand again.

Adrenaline rushed through my body because I instantly forgot about my bad lungs and slamming his head against a counter.