STRAIGHT OUTTA SOUTH CENTRAL (Eazy-E & N.W.A Story)

Chapter 37: Coming To An End

Michel'le rubbed my back to comfort me. I couldn't stop thinking about Eric, what he did. I told her what happened and she rushed over to my place. I haven't left the house since I got back, I've been home for two days.

"Tamera I'm sorry he did that," Michel'le said.

"Don't apologize," I sniffed. "You didn't fuck two other girls behind my back."

"Still though, I can't believe Eric would do that to you."

"I should've known." I sat up on the couch.

Michel'le gasped.

"What?"

"You're face is all red. Your eyes are puffy. Your hair is crazy looking."

"Thanks I was going for that today," I smart mouthed.

"I know you're having a hard time right now but you should clean yourself up."

"For what?" I took a swig of some vodka. "Ooh that shit burns. Hand me a brownie?"

"Can I have one?" She handed me one.

"They're weed brownies."

"Oh. Anyway, you look like a mess."

"Who gives a fuck? I'm home. I'm chillin'!"

"You have a Cheeto in your hair. I care."

"Whatever."

"You really liked him huh?"

"Yeah. A lot. I'm a hardcore gangsta rapper, how do I let my feelings for some nigga take me down?"

"Tamera you're still the world's most dangerous woman. Y'all kept it on the low, so the public didn't know about your relationship. Your image isn't ruined."

"I guess you're right."

"I should go. Are you gonna be okay?"

"I'll be fine." I laid back down in a curled ball.

Eric

"That's what your stupid ass gets," Ren jeered.

"Man shut the fuck up," I said.

"You got caught and she broke yo fuckin' nose," Dre said.

"Look I feel real bad about what I did! I mean y'all should've seen the look on her face, she was... deranged. I fucked up."

"Yeah big time," Yella mocked.

"Can y'all stop making fun of me?"

"No," Yella scoffed. "You got your ass kicked by a girl!"

"You got your ass kicked but the same girl so shut up," Dre said. Michel'le came in the room. "Where have you been?" Dre questioned.

"I was just at... um," she looked at me and stopped in the middle of her sentence.

"I'm waiting," Dre said impatiently.

"I was at Tamera's house."

"How is she?" I asked eagerly.

"She's not doing so good. She's been... crying."

"Crying?"

"She can do that?" Yella questioned.

"She's not a fucking robot Yella!" Dre hissed.

"And drinking and smoking," Michel'le continued. "She's really hurt E."

I rubbed my face in frustration. "She say anything about me?"

"No, she's just really upset."

"Should I go see her?"