Project Dreamz

by Natavia

  “Yo, Trell, let me hold somethin’!” my homeboy J-Breezy joked.

  “Nigga, you always need somethin’. You worse than a baby mama.”

  “Naya rode through here lookin’ for you. Yo, why do you keep fuckin’ Katrice knowing she got all them kids?” J-Breezy asked.

  “She got good pussy. What you mean?”

  “Yo, you wild,” he replied.

  I know I shouldn’t do my dirt near home, but summer time is “ain’t shit nigga” season. The project shorties wore maxi dresses, booty shorts, spandex and all that stuff females be wearing to get niggas’ attention. I talked to J-Breezy for a few more minutes before I got into my Denali. My home was only three minutes around the corner from Newtowne. I parked on the strip in front of Tryst’s family’s house. Naya was going to clown on me if I smelled like Katrice so I smoked a blunt to cover any scent I had on my body. I waited for a few minutes until I got out the truck.

  Tryst was on the porch lifting weights like he was in jail or something. He sat up on the bench when he saw me.

  “You fittin’ to get that ass whipped. Don’t be scared, fam. Go in the house,” he said.

  “Shut your big ass up. Dream be on your ass, too.”

  “Me and Dream have a mutual understanding because neither one of us got time for all that extra shit, but Naya been your girl for three years,” Tryst said.

  “I feel trapped though. Yeah, she was down for me after Pops died but most niggas my age is living they best life.”

  “We gotta meet up with Bentley later on so stick around,” he replied.

  I gave Tryst dap before going in the house. The house was remodeled, inside and out. It was Tryst’s idea for everyone to live under the same roof. Sometimes he be bugging, acting like everybody father. It was sorta straight though because we had that family vibe. I walked down the hallway and the TV was on. Deerie was sitting on the floor cleaning her gun.

  “I’ll be happy when you shoot that muthafucka.”

  “And you’ll be the first one I shoot. Get gone, ugh. You make me sick, you know that? Kimberly is coming over today so behave,” she said.

  “I won’t be here.”

  When the money started rolling in from Tryst pushing for Bentley, he bought the house from his mother. Well, made her sign it over and he gave her money under the table. Kimberly never saw the money from Chrome’s life insurance because the insurance company declined it. According to them, they don’t give money to families or spouses if your loved one died committing a crime. Long story short, everyone would’ve been sleeping on the floor without electricity if it wasn’t for Tryst stepping up.

  Naya wasn’t in our bedroom when I pushed the door open. For the past year I have been getting caught up in a bunch of unnecessary drama. It wasn’t that I didn’t love her, but I was bored. Everything was the same; we fuck, fuss, fight just to fuck again. Maybe she felt the same way, too, and didn’t know how to go about it. I went to the bathroom to take care of my hygiene. The door opened while I was in the shower.

  “TRELL!” Naya yelled.

  I opened the shower door and she popped me in the head with a stiletto. She stepped into the shower with her work clothes on. I knew she was fed up because she just got her hair done and now it was wet.

  “CALM DOWN!” I yelled.

  I pushed her out the shower and grabbed a towel.

  “Yo, leave me the fuck alone!”

  “Fuck you, bitch! You keep fuckin’ that bitch making me look bad. That’s okay because I’m bussin’ this pussy for another nigga!” she yelled.

  “Go ahead then! I’m not stoppin’ you from bein’ a fuckin’ hoe!”

  Naya jumped on me and I shouted for someone to come get her before I ended up seriously hurting her. She knew I wasn’t going to hit her back, so she did whatever she wanted to me. One day she bit my arm hard enough to leave a permanent mark. She was abusive, and I was tired of it. Deerie came into the bathroom and snatched Naya off me by the hair. I had to break it up because Deerie would’ve whipped Naya’s ass.

  “I’m over this!” Naya said then left the bathroom.

  Deerie and Naya was actually close like sisters but she knew about Naya’s hand problem and a few times they fought.

  “I’m tired of this, Trell. Why can’t you keep your dick in your pants?” Deerie asked.

  “She’s crazy! I caught her almost puttin’ Visine in my Patrón the other day. Yo, on the real, she hit me one more time and I’m going to beat her body like she a nigga.”

  Naya opened the bedroom door wearing fighting gear and she had Vaseline on her face. She was prepared in case she had to fight Deerie too.

  “You must’ve forgotten about all those times you came cryin’ to me about your aunt getting high and Chrome not wantin’ you! You get a little money and think you can do what the fuck you want to me? I was your back bone and you have the nerve to cheat on me with a bitch that only wants your money?” Naya asked with tears falling down her face.

  “She has a point, Trell. She was ridin’ for you when you didn’t have anyone. I’m going back downstairs. Naya, don’t put your hands on my brother,” Deerie said.

  We were the only two in the hallway after Deerie went downstairs. Naya was crying and it crushed me. I never wanted to hurt her but we were very young when we made promises to each other.

  “Look, Nay, I fucked up. Maybe we should take a break.”

  “I hate you!” she said.

  She went into our bedroom and grabbed her purse and keys. I wanted to chase her and tell her I still loved her, but we needed time apart. Tryst came upstairs to see what was going on.

  “Naya stormed out of here in tears. Y’all straight?” he asked.

  “I broke up with her.”

  “Is that what you wanted?” he asked.

  “Yeah, I think so.”

  “Whatever is best for you, lil’ bro,” he replied.

  I went back into the bathroom and my phone was vibrating on the sink. It was a text message for my lil’ shorty. I wasn’t a dummy, I knew it was going to come back on me but at nineteen years old, what did I need to be tied down for? That shit was lame.

  Later on that night…

  We were riding in Tryst’s F-150, on our way to Virginia. He was talking about something, but I was thinking about Naya.

  “Yo, you don’t hear me?” Tryst asked.

  “My bad, I’m still tired.”

  “Bruh, you slept all day,” he said.

  “What if Naya starts fuckin’ someone else and they start a family or somethin’? I just wanted a break, so I wouldn’t break her heart.”

  Tryst looked at me for a second then he started clowning on me.

  “Get the fuck on!” he chuckled.

  “You think everything is a joke.”

  “No, muthafucka you are the joke. You broke up with Naya so that you can fuck everything but now you feel bad about it? What happened to playa Trell?” he asked.

  “He he he with all that chucklin’ and what not. Just know I still stand by my word, I just don’t want Naya to think this is long-term.”

  “That’s somethin’ you should’ve thought about before you told her it was over. On the real though, Katrice is trash, dumpster juice. She has a lot of kids, she doesn’t work and she’s far from a dime piece. Shorty is just somethin’ you fuck on a late night with the lights off then after that forget about her. You can’t wife a hoe,” he said.

  “It wasn’t behind Katrice, fam.”

  The drive was only forty minutes away from Annapolis to Bentley’s restaurant. I pulled up the carpet in the floor of his truck and grabbed my gun. Tryst grabbed the gym bag from the back seat.

  “You gotta start strappin’ up. Bentley’s bitch-ass be lookin’ like he wanna merk somebody.”

  “He ain’t dumb. He merk me who else is gonna push his shit? That nigga doesn’t even trust his right-hand. He is doing that to keep us in check for real. Don’t even show him you bothered by it. Bentley knows he be gett
in’ to you,” he replied.

  We walked to Bentley’s restaurant and night club. The bouncer opened the side door of the building and told us to come through. Bentley had the Bentley signs all over the walls and even on the floor. We followed the bouncer to the kitchen and through a freezer. Bentley was in a small room that was probably a storage room before he turned it into something else.

  “Nephewwssss,” Bentley said when he saw us.

  His bouncer closed the door and it was just us three. Tryst sat the gym bag on the table and Bentley opened it up. The bag was filled with basketballs; Bentley used a knife to cut the basketballs open. Tryst knew how to package money and cocaine in the craziest ways. He was careful how he did things and was always thinking of ways to not end up like our father.

  “Smart boys. I wasn’t so sure of you, Trell, but you came a long way. How is school coming along for you?” Bentley asked.

  “It’s good.”

  I was going to a community college but I showed up whenever I wanted to. Tryst graduated from high school but didn’t make it to college. He planned on eventually going. A week after Chrome’s funeral, me, him and Deerie ended up attending the same public school.

  “Who knows, after you graduate, maybe I can help you gain something legit,” Bentley said.

  “I’m good, I don’t need any help, but I appreciate it,” I replied.

  “I’ll see you two soon, and, Trell, the next time you bring a gun in here you’re going to leave with one hand,” Bentley said.

  “It won’t happen again,” I replied.

  Bentley called out to his bouncer, so he could escort us back out. Another reason why I disliked him because he did extra things, just to show us he was the head honcho. We had been to his restaurant plenty of times to know our way around.

  “What do you want to get into?” Tryst asked, standing in the parking lot.

  “Can you drop me off at this shorty’s crib?”

  “You gettin’ ghost on me like that? Aight cool,” he said.

  “You need some homeboys besides Sebastian’s square ass.”

  “I’m good on that,” he replied.

  I texted my lil’ shorty and told her I was only twenty minutes away from her once Tryst started the truck up. She texted back and told me she couldn’t wait. I couldn’t wait to slide up in her.

  Thirty-five minutes later…

  Tryst pulled up in front of a brownstone in NW, Washington D.C.

  “Who lives here?” Tryst asked.

  “Don’t even worry about it. Thanks for the ride.”

  “You got a way home?” he replied.

  “Yeah, I got a whip I leave up here. I’ll holla at you later.”

  We dapped before I got out. He waited in front of the crib until the door opened. Tryst pulled off once I was all in the way in the house.

  “Baby, I’ve been waitin’ for you. Come see what I cooked for you,” she said.

  She wore a see-through white robe with feathers on the sleeves; she was ass naked underneath. I followed her into the kitchen and on the counter, she had a plate of baked chicken with gravy, mashed potatoes and greens. A bucket of ice with a bottle of Patrón sat on the table.

  “I missed you,” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck. I picked her up and hugged her. Maybe she had me pussy whipped because shorty was the type that did freaky shit and let me do anything to her. I knew fucking my girl’s cousin was going to come back on me, but she had been throwing the pussy at me since I was sixteen. Truth be told, she wanted it ever since she walked in on me getting out the shower at Naya’s mother’s crib. It wasn’t until a few months ago I started flirting back with her on the low whenever she came over to holla at Dream.

  “Come sit down wit’ me so we can talk.”

  Kabella sat at the table with me; she poured two glasses of liquor then added lemon and mint leaves—she was a man pleaser.

  “What happened?” Kabella asked.

  “I broke up with Naya but I don’t want to be with you neither. I’m just tryin’ to chill for a while,” I said upfront.

  “Nigga, what?” she asked then jerked her neck.

  “I don’t want a girl right now. Is that a problem?”

  “Damn right it’s a problem. I’ve been cooking for you, cleaning behind you and I put that new Benz you have in the garage in my name! You told me you were moving in, muthafucka,” she said.

  I need to leave these hood bitches alone. Nawww, I’m lyin’, I love that shit. Look at those glossy lips and that cute angry face. Oh, shit, she clappin’ her hands, shorty ain’t playing.

  “Comere shorty.”

  “No!” she replied.

  I pushed myself away from the table and pulled my dick out. “Comere.” She walked over to me and I pulled her onto my lap.

  “Why do you keep playing with me, Trell? You know what I want. I’m twenty-six years old and I can’t play these games with you,” she said.

  “I’m not that’s why I’m letting you know what’s up.”

  “I guess,” she said and rolled her eyes.

  Kabella was a bad ass shorty. She was tall, slim with a nice ass and big breasts. I knew what type of job she had but I wasn’t tripping on that because it wasn’t a lifelong situation with her. By the time summer is over, I’ll be kissing Naya’s ass to take me back.

  “I need to start charging you,” she said.

  “Stop lying. I almost live here.”

  She grabbed my dick then slid down my lap. In just one second, my dick disappeared down her throat. A stream of spit drizzled alongside of my shaft. She caught it when she slurped it back up. I gripped her hair to control her movements while fucking her mouth. She jerked me off the same time she was kissing the tip of my dick.

  “FUCCKKKKK!”

  I pulled out of her mouth and handed her a condom. She rolled the condom on to my dick with her lips. I pushed my plate on the table to bend her over. She reached underneath her legs to massage my nuts. Her pussy lips were spread with a glaze of her nectar. Kabella’s center looked good enough to eat, but the only shorty I put my lips on was Naya because I was her first.

  Kabella grabbed the corners of the table when I slipped into her. She wasn’t too tight or too loose, she was in between. If I didn’t have the width or the size, I would have been slightly disappointed.

  “Damn it, Trelllll,” she moaned when I gripped her hips and fucked her. My dick all of sudden went soft. Usually I don’t think about Naya when I’m with another woman. Deep down I was wrong as fuck and if I was her I would’ve killed me. I pulled away from Kabella and she stood up.

  “What happened? I was ready to cum,” she said.

  “I don’t feel good. Maybe I need to eat somethin’.”

  “Okay, we can just eat dinner and relax. It’s not that big of a deal, why do you look like that?” she asked.

  “I need to use the bathroom.”

  “Don’t forget to spray!” she called out to me when I went into the hallway bathroom. I took the condom off then flushed the toilet. Naya didn’t call or text me and that never happened before. I said all of that bull to her earlier, so I could have an excuse to creep with Kabella. The last time I was feeling down was the day of Chrome’s funeral. Naya had that effect on me even though she was far from perfect. I texted her phone:

  Me: I’m sorry about earlier. I was wrong, and I wanna know if we can talk when I get home?

  Wifey: I’m sorry too.

  Me: I won’t cheat anymore

  “Trell! What are you doing?” Kabella asked from the other side of the door.

  “I’m takin’ a shit!” I yelled out.

  “I don’t smell nothing!”

  “I’m almost done now leave me the fuck alone!” I replied.

  Wifey: You will keep cheatin’ because I keep taking you back.

  Me: I won’t this time Nay. I’m getting sick already.

  Wifey: I’M DONE!!! GO PLAY!

  I wiped my dick off before washing my hands. Kabella wa
s standing in the hallway with her arms crossed.

  “Who were you talking to?” she asked.

  “My mother.”

  “Isn’t she dead?” she replied.

  “Just like this conversation.”

  “What did I do wrong?” she asked pouting.

  “Nothing, can you bring my plate upstairs? I need to lay down.”

  “Okay,” she replied.

  She went into the kitchen and I went upstairs to her master bedroom where I had a lot of shoes sprawled out on the floor. Kabella even had a picture of me on her dresser while I was sleeping. I made a home with her in the blink of an eye.

  “You still feel sick?” Kabella asked when she brought my food in the room.

  “I’m good now.”

  “Great because I baked you your favorite dessert, pecan pie,” she said.

  She wanted to feed me, but I wasn’t into that sucka ass shit. I took the plate from her and ate in silence while she straightened up the bedroom. My father would’ve told me what to do if he was alive, but he wasn’t, so I had to figure it out for myself and soon.

  Dream

  Iwas lying in bed, staring at the ceiling while his arm was wrapped around my waist. The life I always dreamed about was slowly diminishing. I wanted what everyone else wanted, a career, a house and a family. In the beginning, it was just something I needed because I couldn’t find a good-paying job, but being an escort turned into something else. I hated the word prostitute because I wasn’t strolling the street looking for dick to suck for forty dollars. The money I made for my services were enough to start a new life, but I was in deep.

  Adrian wrapped his arm tighter around my waist and I pulled away from him.

  “Go to sleep,” he said.

  “I have to go. It’s getting late.”

  He sat up and stared me in the face. What I had with Adrian was different, he was paying me to be his woman. Adrian was a nice-looking man. He had caramel skin with a solid healthy body. At forty-eight years old, he looked a tad bit younger. He could’ve easily had any woman he wanted, and he chose me.