A Project Chick

by Nikki Turner

  Before he walked away from the door, he stated in a firm voice. "And Tressa, don't you dare think about taking my children away from this house."

  Later she started beating herself up. What in the hell was I thinking? Am I loosing my mind or what? I just committed arson for this simple ass nigga. I should have set 58

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  his ass on fire instead of setting her on fire. I really feel bad.

  I've got to get out of this relationship and that's for real.

  All of these things were warning signs for Tressa, but she was suffering from something other than being addicted to the lavish lifestyle that she had become accustomed to living. See, Lucky never even raised one hand to Tressa, but the type of abuse he inflicted upon her was more detrimental than any bruise, scrape or scar that could heal. Lucky continuously abused her mentally. He slowly tore down Tressa's self-esteem, made her lose focus of her goals, her morals, her capabilities and her strengths.

  He controlled her with money, because she went from struggling and working three jobs, to an extravagant lifestyle. She had settled so long for Lucky's unacceptable, controlling and psychotic behavior.

  From the ham episode, to cheating with females who were never the cream of the crop, only the bottom of the barrel, to the apartment episode. And now this murderous evening, where two innocent people lost their lives because of his unjustified jealous rage which could have ultimately caused her two sons their life.

  What kind of father would kill in front of his children? What kind of father would kill somebody in the driver's seat, while his kids are in the backseat? Lucky was just that much of a lunatic that he didn't have enough self-control over himself. Or maybe, he just didn't care about or have enough respect for his two sons or Tressa sitting in the car. He didn't once stop to think that he could have missed, or the stray bullet could have hit one of the boys.

  The thought just never crossed his mind.

  Up to this point, Tressa had overlooked a lot of Lucky's psychotic episodes, but now he had had gone too far. There was no doubt about it, something had to give!

  After this ultimate stunt, it was apparent that Lucky's performances were only going to get worse. So, Tressa had to draw the line and this had to be it.

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  eanwhile, back to Tressa locked in the house...

  She began to ask herself when I am going to draw the line. Every week it seems like it is something different. When is enough really enough? It's not just about me anymore. I've got two other people I've got to think about. They count on me and I can't let them down. This is it, I've got to go. I don't care where? I don't care if I gotta go live in the projects, but at least I'll have peace of mind. That is worth any amount of money.

  Tressa decided to get into bed and get a good night sleep. But, before she pulled the covers back to get into the bed, she kneeled to say her prayers.

  "Lord, in Jesus name. Lord, I know I haven't always been the obedient child that you'd like for me to be, and I would like to ask for forgiveness. God, I ask you for peace of mind. I ask you to look into my heart, and if there, is anything wrong there I beg you to remove it from me. I ask you God, to give me the strength to leave this man. This man doesn't deserve me. I know I have had some shortcomings due to my own selfishness and greed, but God, my children shouldn't have to suffer for my mistakes. God, you said you'd protect fools and babies and my sons are babies and I am a fool. Now, I ask you to replace my spirit of greed with strength, and give me the wisdom to walk away from this 61

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  mean, jealous, envious and crazy man. In Jesus name I pray. Amen."

  Tressa stepped onto the stairs to get into the high Victorian style bed, and pulled the satin sheets over her shoulders. Every time she closed her eyes, all she could see was the instant replay of Peako's brains soaring onto the windshield. She rolled over to Khalil's side of the bed and looked inside of his nightstand drawer where she knew he always kept prescription drugs that he bought off the street.

  She had never taken anything other than a Tylenol, but tonight she needed something strong to put her under. The first thing she came across was Xanax. She took two pills, and before she knew it, she was floating and spaced out and drowsy as hell.

  When Khalil returned, feeling guilty as usual, he was horny but he knew Tressa was still upset.

  Consequently, sex was out of the question. He hopped into the shower and tried to think of ways to make up with Tressa for his foolish impulsive move.

  When he came out of the shower, the room was dark. The ambiance couldn't have been any better for lovemaking. He wanted Tressa so bad but he was sure he couldn't get any tonight. He lied in bed and loosely put his arm around her. He could feel her warm, relaxed body in the bed, sleeping like a baby. Her sexy body beside his was making him hot as a hooker on Dollar Day. He pulled her closer and she could feel his pulsing rock hard penis. To his surprise, she moved her butt a little to let him know she was up. He reached around and ran his fingers between her legs, and to his surprise, she was soaking wet and just as horny as he was. He turned her almost lifeless body over on her back as if she weighed 20 pounds. Immediately after, he teased her a little by rubbing his hands over her breast and hardening her nipples. He looked at her in astonishment, as she said in a slurred voice. "Do you see something you want?" But he was so mesmerized, he didn't realize that she was just as high as a kite.

  He stuttered when he replied. "Yes, I want you to be my wife." The way he looked into her eyes made her whole body quiver. He started planting little kisses all over her body, moving down her neck, nibbling and sucking. God 62

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  knows his soft lips feel so good, she thought to herself.

  Tressa wanted him to stop but her body could not resist.

  His hands covered every inch of her body making her want more. Grasping for breath, Tressa was moaning and did not want him to stop. Moving his lips to her mouth, he was kissing her so deeply, sticking his tongue into her waiting mouth. She began to quiver under him, needing him to please her.

  Tressa could then feel his tongue slowly moving over her ebony thighs, his hands gently, but firmly, opened her legs. She heard him inhale deeply savoring the luscious scent of her pussy. Urging him, she began thrusting her love nest towards his lips, anxiously waiting to feel his mouth on her clit. Oh mercy, she almost lost it when his tongue made contact with her love button. Damn, he had a way of eating coochie. He began directing his tongue in her pussy hole making love to her with his tongue. Eyes rolling in the back of her head, and grinding her twat all up in his face, hands cupping and caressing her breast. At that very moment she began speaking "in tongues". Her body convulsing after waves and waves of orgasms shook her whole body, she gasped for air and sweat dripped from her body. He was still solely concentrating on her pussy even catching some of the juices that squirted onto her thighs.

  Lucky was smiling devilishly as he looked up at her.

  Oh Lord, no more, oh please, no more, she thought. He grabbed her legs, placing them over his shoulders and she could see his massive hard penis dangling like a microphone between his legs. He leaned forward, and she felt the penetration of the head of his penis entering into her love tunnel. Thrusting upwards, accepting his deep strokes inside her hot contracting poonannie, moaning and grunting as he was moving his hips as if he was stirring a pot or mixing a cake. He had her simmering and damn it was about to boil over. All she could yell was. "Baby fuck me harder!" Immediately, she thought to herself. "Oh my God!"

  She could feel his manhood swell bigger, and an orgasm building again. "Mercyyyyyyy babyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" She screamed, clawing at his ba
ck. "Mmmmmmmmm." It felt as if his cock was coming up through her throat.

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  Feeling the head of his penis so deep inside her stomach, she said. "Fuck me baby, yesssssssssssssss."

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  Audi 5,000

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  Time to Roll Out

  The next morning, the phone rang and they were both still in bed. "Yo." Lucky said, when he picked it up.

  He paused for a minute and then spoke. "I'm in the house, but how much you got? 15? Oh, a'ight, man give me 45

  minutes cuz I gotta get dressed and go to the other spot to get it. A'ight, see you then."

  He rolled over and looked at Tressa, who was sleeping, and he was disappointed that he had to get up and leave Tressa after their intense lovemaking the night before. But, there was money to be made. He kissed Tressa on the shoulder, who was lying on her side.

  "Listen baby, the dude Motor, got 15G's he trying to spend wit me. I'll be back in about an hour and a half, I promise. And today, I'll make everything up to you. You'll forget all about everything that happened yesterday. I promise I'm gonna show you that I'm sho-nuff sorry for all of this."

  Normally she would have started an argument, but not this morning. Tressa was making her escape and needed him out of the house. She simply said in a sweet, but groggy voice. "I know you will." She closed her eyes 65

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  until she heard the door slam and Lucky's 500 Benz speed out of the driveway.

  As soon as she couldn't hear the car any longer, she sprinted over to the window pulling back the custom made drapes to confirm that Lucky was truly gone. Tressa ran to the kitchen to grab the whole box of trash bags, and then sprinted back to her children's room as they slept without a care in the world. She went over to their closet and drawers, and in no kind of organization, grabbed everything that she could and proceded to fill the trash bags. She tied the bags, rolled them to the bottom of the steps, and slid them over to the garage door. She then neatly placed them in the car, but most of the space was taken up by the cases of pampers. She grabbed what she could fit into the station wagon of her own clothes. What she wanted to take, but couldn't fit, she just placed in the big, brown City provided trash cans that were out back, and dragged them into her neighbors yard and dragged the next door neighbor's trash can into hers. She would just have to come back for her stuff. As long as she had the majority of her children's clothes that's all that mattered to her.

  Tressa looked behind the speakers in the bedroom and gathered the money Lucky kept there. It was about $9,000.00 and some jewelry. She gathered the money, the children, her valuable documents, all of the jewelry, including his 18 carat rose gold diamond Audemars Piguet watch, and one of his clean guns that she knew for sure didn't have any bodies on it. Next, she awoke her kids and hurriedly took them to the car and strapped them into their carseats.

  She ran back to the door to get the last bag she had sitting at the door. Before she shut the door, she looked around as the tears filled her eyes. She felt hesitant and questioned herself. Should I just walk away from all of this, from all the years that I have invested? Tressa could not believe she doubted her decision.

  All it took was one episode to pop into her head that gave her the strength she needed to shut the door on this chapter of her life.

  She remembered the day the police took her mother off to jail for killing her abusive stepfather, like it was yesterday. Tressa knew if she stayed, she could and most 66

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  likely would, suffer the same fate as her mother. Tressa could not let that happen and have someone else raise her boys.

  With her heart beating a million miles a minute, she nervously backed out of the garage. She knew time was not on her side. At this point, she knew Lucky would be rolling up at any minute. That was her fear, she definitely did not want to bump into him on her way out.

  She drove to a secluded payphone on the other side of the interstate and called Wiggles. She knew that if Wiggles were willing, she'd be the only person Tressa could trust at this moment. Even though Wiggles was a crack head, she was the one person who couldn't be paid off when it came to Tressa and her kids. That she was sure of, but she wasn't sure if Wiggles would embrace her.

  Wiggles was the person on every strip whose house all the hustler's hung out in, gambled, tricked in, cut up and bagged up in. Wiggles was a straight junkie, but also a functioning and dependable junkie. She used to be in an intense relationship with Taj years before, but when he took a fall and went to jail four years ago, she got strung out on crack. She has turned so many tricks and degraded herself so much that she's burnt out in the prostitution world.

  None of the hustlers would dare accept sex from her. They all looked out for her, because over the years, she always kept a house in the hood. The house may have been located on the next street over, or a few blocks up, but always in the same vicinity. When the police would raid one of her houses, she would have to make do on whosever couch she could use. But in a couple days, she'd have another place right around the block. The neighborhood hustlers would keep the water, lights and gas on for her, after all, it was just as much their spot as hers and always more beneficial to them, then it was ever to her.

  Wiggles had a dark brown complexion, with bad skin, from picking and scratching at her face when she was high. She had a gold tooth in the front of her mouth and then a space where a tooth once had been. With a shape once to die for, Wiggles curves had withered away. Her once round, fat butt and face were saggy and flat. She was skinny everywhere, except for her pot belly. People who didn't know her always thought she was 6 months 67

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  pregnant. She wore small cornrows braided to the back, and stood about 5'7". In spite of her being a crack head and a dope fiend, she always kept herself dressed neat, which usually consisted of jeans with a cardboard crease in them and a polo style shirt. Most of the hustlers' girlfriends gave her old clothes and shoes. She'd wash them and iron them to make them look and feel new to her. Although she ravished her body with drugs, deep down, Wiggles took pride in her appearance.

  Wiggles' place was nice, considering it was a crack house. The hustlers made it comfortable for them since they spent the majority of their time there. One bought a washing machine and dryer for his girlfriend, but when they broke up before he had a chance to give it to her, it ended up staying right at Wiggles' house and she taxed all the drug boys to wash, dry and fold their laundry. They usually paid her with coke.

  She was always cooking and selling dinners.

  Wiggles might've smoked the pipe all day, everyday, but one thing for sure two things for certain, she could cook her ass off. Wiggles' gourmet cooking skills made it hard on the hustlers' girlfriends. When one of the girlfriends mentioned that they would be cooking, that was never an incentive to make the hustlers run home to their girlfriends. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary for them to get a home cooked meal, because Wiggles cooked a big breakfast and dinner everyday.

  Wiggles had very envious and cunning ways.

  Wiggles use to be the "Prom Queen" back in the day. She was every man's fantasy and now she was every man's sexual nightmare! She was very jealous of any of the hustlers' girlfriends, although she was fully aware she would never be able to have any of the hustlers. She was very protective of them, like a sister would be to a younger brother. In her eyes, she did all the cooking and laundry to spite the girlfriends. She would not make it easy for scandalous little golddiggers to get a come-up. They too would have to work for theirs. Even if the girls ever got out of line, it took nothing but Wiggles to be paid an egg (heroine) or a crack rock for her to go walk the dogs on one of the girls butt.

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  Most of the girlfriends catered to Wiggles because they knew she was an old head. Besides smoking crack, Wiggles had a good head on her shoulders and was sharp on her feet.

  Wiggles used to mess with Taj when Tressa was just a little girl. Tressa use to praise Wiggles. Wiggles was her idol. See, Wiggles was eight years older than Tressa, and Tressa adored everything about her. When she grew up, she wanted to be just like Wiggles. She loved to wear her hair like Wiggles, wanted to walk and talk like Wiggles.

  With Tressa only having a brother, Wiggles was the sister she never had. Wiggles always felt connected to Tressa.

  She vowed that it would never matter what happened between her and Taj, Tressa would always be her sister.

  When Wiggles would come over Tressa's house to see Taj, Tressa would always intrude, straight cock blocking! She'd end up spending all her time with Tressa.

  Wiggles would do her hair, help her pick out clothes for school, help her with her homework, and just show her how to be a fly girl. Wiggles didn't mind, because she genuinely loved Tressa. Taj always admired Wiggles for the way she treated his sister.

  After Taj and Wiggles broke up when he went to jail, Tressa was hurt that Wiggles had left her brother for dead.

  But as she got older and matured, she realized that Wiggles was only human and had needs too. But at the same time, Taj was her brother and that was were her loyalty was.

  Tressa rarely got to see Wiggles anymore.

  As Tressa grew up, she started meeting people all over Richmond. If they were from anywhere near Sugar Bottom, she'd inquire about her sister, Wiggles. One day, she asked this dude that her friend Dutchess knew about Wiggles, and he made it known that Wiggles was a crack head. Tressa lost her mind and was ready to fight him for saying some whack mess like that. She was pissed!