by Natavia
“WAIT!” he said.
I unlocked the truck door and he got in sweating and breathing loudly.
“What happened?” he asked.
“The FEDs came. If they take everything, we’re going to be broke.”
I sped home to give my mother a heads up. She didn’t answer her phone and Deerie’s cellphone was dead. I got home in no time because I was speeding and running red lights. I already knew I had a few tickets. My neighborhood was clear, and the only truck in the driveway was my mother’s. I saw her toting suit cases out of the house and I got out to see what was going on.
“What happened? Where are you going?” I asked.
“Go upstairs and grab every valuable thing you have. The FEDs busted the corner stores just now and another house your father has in Lanham. They might hit here so hurry up!” she said.
I called out to Trell and he got out the truck. He followed me upstairs and I grabbed a lot of David’s things while I told Trell to grab my jewelry, clothes and shoes.
“Grab anything you think I’ll need!” I called out from my parents’ room. While I was in my parents’ closet, my father’s Nike boots’ box fell off the shelf. My mother was going to leave all of my father’s important things. The box had a lot of papers and even a few pictures of him as a kid. I grabbed the box to put it in the trash bag that was lying on the floor.
“We can’t make it look like we moved out. I don’t want them to think we’re running so take the things we need!” my mother said when she came upstairs.
“I hope your brother doesn’t steal anything!” she said.
I tossed the bag over my shoulder and rushed downstairs with it. Trell came downstairs with two trash bags. We put the bags in the trunk of the G-wagon. Kimberly came out of the house with a box filled with liquor, enough to have a house party.
“We can get a bigger house once your father’s life insurance kicks in but in the mean time we have to go to my house,” my mother said.
“What house?”
“I inherited my grandmother’s old house. I was supposed to fix it up and sell it, but we might have to stay there for right now. They’re going to tear this house up. Take this stuff to the house, I’m going to stay here until they come. You two will have to drive separate trucks. Here is the address,” she said. She handed me a piece of paper with the address and the alarm code along with a house key. As Trell got into the driver’s seat of the truck, I noticed he didn’t say a word to Kimberly. He didn’t even look at her.
“That boy better not touch nothing in my granny’s house. Everything is still the way I left it,” Kimberly said. She went into the house then slammed the door. I looked at the address on the paper. The house was in the same area as Newtowne. I should’ve known it was since that’s how my parents met each other. The best way to keep myself moving was to tell myself that everything was just a dream. Hopefully one day I would wake up to my old life. I headed to my mother’s Yukon with a migraine. My watch read six o’clock. I had to hurry up and make it back to the hood for the ceremony.
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“This can’t be it,” I told Trell when I got out of my mother’s truck.
“Naw, nigga this is it. Welcome back to the projects, bruh. Maybe it will give your mother a piece of humble pie,” Trell said.
The house was very old, and the roof needed to be fixed. The windows had boards behind them, I guess so no one could get through the window. There was graffiti sprayed on the side of the house. Despite its condition, the house was a pretty decent size.
“I can hear the rats and raccoons from out here,” Trell said.
“I hope they don’t hit up our house. That house holds a lot of memories.”
Trell grabbed a tree log out the grass on our way to the porch. I took out the house key and unlocked the door. It wouldn’t budge so I pushed it open and a cloud of dust got into my nose and eyes. I had to use the light from my cellphone to look for the alarm monitor next to the door.
“Hurry up before the alarm goes off,” Trell said.
“I got it, damn.”
I hit the light switch and the light in the hallway came on. The house didn’t look that bad inside, but it had a slight odor like old wood. I walked down the hallway and the floor creaked underneath my feet. The house was actually furnished with old furniture.
“It ain’t that bad,” Trell said.
“Help me bring the stuff in the house then we can leave.”
“You betta pay me, too,” he replied.
It took us thirty minutes to bring everything into the house. I went upstairs to see the bedrooms. They were neat but needed dusting. My grandmother had been gone since I was a baby. I wonder why my mother never told us about the house.
“COME ON!” Trell hollered from downstairs.
I went downstairs and made sure everything was locked before setting the alarm again.
“We gotta leave the trucks here. The police got the next block cut off because of the raid,” Trell reminded me. I locked the doors to both vehicles before we took the ten-minute walk to Dream’s crib. My stomach was twisted in knots and I was getting light-headed. I hadn’t eaten in days and thought I was going to faint.
Dream
The police were everywhere! Raoul, June Bug and a few others who were part of Chrome’s crew were locked up. They were in an apartment with drugs when the police ran in. Me and Naya was looking out the window at all of the chaos as a few cars got towed. The candle lighting was canceled because people were afraid to go outside. Naya kept calling Trell’s phone because they had been gone for two hours. I heard from someone outside that Chrome’s corner stores had drugs stored underneath the floor, but I hoped Chrome wasn’t that careless. There was a knock on the door and I went to answer it. Tryst and Trell came into the apartment looking flushed. Tryst didn’t look good. He walked past me and went into my bedroom. I followed him into the room and he laid across my bed.
“What happened?”
“Everything. My father’s spots are being hit including our homes. We’re moving into my mother’s grandmother’s old house around the corner. My mother said they froze her accounts. I’m the oldest, Dream. I gotta take care of my family because David was the head of our household and my mother is an alcoholic. I gotta grow up,” he said.
“I’ll be right back.”
I went into the kitchen to fix Tryst two big plates then took them to him. He thanked me before eating the food. I left the room, so he could eat in peace. The card Kabella left for me was still sitting on the coffee table underneath a soda can. What could possibly happen being an escort? I wasn’t selling pussy, it was just companionship. I gave in and texted Kabella, telling her I wanted in because I wanted to live in a better environment. I took Tryst a soda and his plates were cleaned off. He was still hungry, so I made him another plate.
“I apologize for how I came at you earlier. That nigga just rubbed me the wrong way,” he said.
“You was about to catch these hands,” I joked.
“Yah prissy ass ain’t doin’ shit,” he smirked.
“Tell your mama that.”
Tryst took off his shirt and I almost bit my tongue. His chest was smooth, and he had a nice body. He was hiding all of that under his sweatshirt. He didn’t have one of those G.I. Joe bodies; his was just nice and solid.
“Why are you gettin’ comfortable?”
“Y’all let Trell do what he wants around here but I can’t take my shirt off?” he asked.
“Trell is Naya’s boyfriend.”
“Yo, stop playin’. I can do what I want as long as I respect you,” he said.
“You called your mother to see if she was alright?”
“Yeah, I talked to her right before I came in. She said they didn’t come yet but either way we’re still moving out that house. I think she only cares about the life insurance money, but she can’t live off that forever,” he said.
“Before you sleep in my bed you have to take a shower.”
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“I’m too tired,” he said.
Tryst really made himself at home because he took off his pants. He only had on boxer-briefs. He had strong legs just like the professional football players. He laid on my bed and went straight to sleep.
Naya and Trell was cleaning up the kitchen when I went into the bathroom to take a shower and wash the chicken scent off me. I was somewhat nervous though because being next to Tryst while he was half-naked was a challenge. My mother didn’t raise any hoes but damn it I wanted to be one for him. I wasn’t looking for a man, I just wanted a little affection.
“Hurry up, Dream. I need to get in there, so I can get ready!” Naya said.
“Ready for what?”
“Me and Trell are going to a house party. You wanna come?” she asked.
“No, because I don’t feel like whippin’ asses!”
I stepped out and grabbed a towel. Naya came barging in and I hated when she did that.
“You need some condoms? If so, I have some in my nightstand,” she said.
“No, I don’t! Bitch, get gone.”
“Did you shave?” she whispered.
“I’m not havin’ sex with him.”
“Whatever. Just don’t forget to use one,” Naya said.
I dried off and moisturized my body while Naya was taking off her clothes for a shower.
“Be safe at that party and remember to take pepper spray and those brass knuckles I have in my purse. Call me if you get into somethin.’ I don’t care what time it is.”
“I’ll be fine,” she said.
I put on my pajama shirt then grabbed my dirty clothes before leaving out of the bathroom. Moments later, I got into bed and watched TV until I fell asleep…
Hours later…
I felt a pair of hands gripping my ass, waking me up. When I opened my eyes, Tryst was staring at me. He smelled like mint, he must’ve used mouthwash then came back to bed.
“What are you doing?” I asked, pulling away.
“You had your ass on me,” he replied.
“What time is it?”
“Three o’clock in the morning,” he said. He pulled me back towards him and my nipples were poking through my shirt. Never in my life have I wanted someone younger than me.
“Why are you nervous?” he asked while sliding his hand up my leg.
“We only known each other for what? A week?”
Tryst didn’t answer me, he rolled on top of me and his erection was pressed against my center.
“Now you wanna be shy?” he asked, kissing on my neck.
“Tryst, this ain’t gonna work!”
He ignored me then placed his hand inside my panties. He massaged my clit while sucking on my neck. My hips bucked forward, and my legs wrapped around him. I wasn’t expecting him to do all of that, but he was very familiar with the female body. No wonder little Mrs. Jonna was trying to throw hands. Moans slipped from my lips; I was done holding back. I pulled up my shirt and Tryst helped me out of it, tossing it on the floor. My sensitive spot were my breasts. I pulled his head down then pushed my chest against his mouth. He kissed and suckled on my breasts as my nails dug into his shoulder. My pussy was drenched and throbbing. I slipped my hand into his boxers to see what he was working with. I knew he wasn’t tall with big feet for nothing. Drool almost slipped out of my mouth because I couldn’t wait until he stuffed all that dick inside me. The anticipation was killing me.
“We need a condom.”
He let me get up and I rushed to Naya’s room to get a condom. When I opened her nightstand, she had a box of magnums.
I know damn well lil’ Trell ain’t using these.
I grabbed the whole box and rushed back to my bedroom. Tryst was lying on his back naked with his dick standing up tall. He was like a chocolate god stretched out on the bed with his locs spread across the pillow. I gave him the condom and he ripped off the wrapper to put it on while I stepped out of my panties.
“You don’t want me on top?” he asked when I climbed onto the bed.
“You can relax,” I replied.
He gripped my waist when I lowered onto his erection. My slit was so tight, Tryst had to push himself upwards to help me get it in. He snatched the pillow from behind his head then tossed it on the floor. I was ready to cum once he entered me. Soon as he moved my hips forward, I was cumming and couldn’t hold my moans.
“That’s it?” he asked.
“It’s been a while,” I replied, panting.
“I can’t do this,” he said.
I thought he was done with me, but he rolled me on my back. He pushed every inch of his dick inside of me. For a few years I wasn’t understanding how women was feeling it in their stomach but now I knew what they were trying to say.
“Ummmmm,” Tryst moaned.
He lifted himself up to dive deeper into my pussy. His hands were pressed into the bed while he fucked me so good I wanted to slap him. The headboard banged against the wall while he took his frustrations out on me. He slipped a hand underneath my ass, burying the tip of his fingers into my flesh while he grinded his dick against my walls. No man alive has reached my spot that made me do more than cum. He pounded me into the mattress and I caught a cramp in my legs because they locked up in mid-air. I was screaming to the entire building when he wrapped a hand around my neck and went balls deep. All of him was inside of me, hitting the back of my pussy. I pulled his hair and my eyes were dancing around in my head when I exploded. My essence drizzled down my ass. He slowed down, giving me deep thrusts. I felt him jerking and pulsating; he busted inside of the condom. Tryst rested on top of me for a few seconds before rolling over.
“That was the best pussy I ever had,” he said.
“It was impressive, but you could’ve done better,” I teased.
“Yeah right. You put me in a headlock and you came three times,” he said.
“Don’t get too beside yourself,” I giggled.
“I didn’t mean to do you like that though. I’m usually gentle,” he said.
By all means, fuck me like you hate me!
“I’m surprised you’re that experienced. How many girls have you been with?”
“Jonna and a few others. I’m not going to lie though, I was smashing girls from different schools while I was with her. I was getting bored to be honest. The crazy part is she has been my only girlfriend and I’m not even trippin’ about us not being together. How many have you been with?” he asked.
“Well, I started at fifteen and now I’m nineteen. I’m going to say nine, but one doesn’t count, he only gave me head so eight. Rizzo was the last one I slept wit’. He was actually my boyfriend until he cheated and got this bitch named Latasha pregnant. One day she confronted me, and she hit me first, so I beat her ass then stabbed her. I made her have a miscarriage in her first trimester. I went to jail for almost a year. I came home two months ago.”
“You had your pussy licked while you were in jail?” he asked, and I mushed him.
“No, but I thought about it.”
“Oh word? I was just fuckin’ with you,” he smirked.
He got up and went to the bathroom to flush the condom. I got up to snatch the sheets off the bed and put on fresh ones. Afterwards, I called Naya to see where she was at. I heard her phone ringing and it was coming from the living room. Tryst came back into my bedroom and told me Trell and Naya was on the couch passed out. I got back in bed and laid next to Tryst. We both fell into a deep sleep…
Two days later…
It was Sunday night, a day before Chrome’s funeral. Me, Naya, Tryst and Trell was cleaning up Kimberly’s grandmother’s house. His mother had the nerve to sit on the couch wearing a silk robe while we dusted the house and trashed a few things.
“Be careful with that piano!” Kimberly yelled out at Naya.
“Chill, Ma, damn. Can you at least help?” Tryst asked her.
“I carried you for nine months and was in labor for eighteen hours with you. I’m not supposed to help yo
u, it’s my turn to have some help. Besides, I was down at the funeral home trying to help them get David’s face together. That man looks like he was in the Thriller video. Thank God for the Jack Daniel’s I had in my purse cause I just knew he was going to sit up. He still had all of his dick though. He’ll be fuckin’ Trell’s mom in hell,” Kimberly said then burst out laughing. Tryst snatched the bottle out of her hand and threw it against the wall.
“Clean this up yourself then! Trell ain’t do shit to you! He’s been helping us the whole weekend and you constantly say shit to him. Say somethin’ to him again,” Tryst said.
“Oh, hold up! Wait a minute!” Kimberly said, getting off the couch.
I clutched the broom because I wanted to whip Kimberly’s ass with it for constantly saying shit to Trell. He ignored her, but it wasn’t good enough. She needed to be put in her place.
“All your father did was cheat, leaving me in the house with two babies! He is dead now and I can mourn him however I feel like it. Your father didn’t give me what he promised. All he did was sell me lies! He gave me the house, the ring, the cars, the jewelry and everything else but not once did he love me. I tried to work, he made me quit. Do you know what he did when I went to college? He had his whores babysitting you and your sister, so I had to quit that, too. I’m tired goddamn it! You constantly look up to him but what about me, Tryst? You think your daddy was a good one? He wasn’t shit!” Kimberly yelled at Tryst.
“He said you had secrets, too, so I don’t wanna hear all that,” Tryst replied.
“Wouldn’t you want to know,” she replied. She laughed in Tryst’s face before walking away. Kimberly went upstairs then slammed the door.
Tryst sat on the couch and I sat next to him. “My bad for all of that. I didn’t think she was going to be here today,” he said.
“You can come back over to my apartment.”
“I know but I gotta chill here tonight to keep an eye on Kimberly,” he said.
“Okay, I’m going home. I’ll talk to you later.”
I got up from off the couch and Tryst grabbed my hand. “I hope we can stay this cool no matter what,” he replied.