Project Dreamz

by Natavia

  “DREAM!”

  I opened my eyes and I was still in the living room with Deerie and Sebastian standing over me. Sebastian was on the phone requesting an ambulance. Deerie held a cold towel to my head. My head was pounding, and my vision was in and out.

  “Your head is bleeding,” Deerie said.

  Sebastian got off the phone with 9-1-1 then he called Tryst.

  I was under a lot of stress which was giving me anxiety, but I had a feeling I had another issue going on as well. We waited in the living room until the ambulance arrived.

  Two hours later…

  “You nervous?” Tryst asked.

  “I’m not nervous,” I said while lying in my hospital bed.

  “How does your head feel?” he asked.

  I had a few stitches on my forehead, close to my hairline. I fainted because I had an anxiety attack which I didn’t know was possible.

  “I’m okay.”

  “I think you’re pregnant,” he said.

  “I didn’t miss a period.”

  “That doesn’t mean anything. Wait until those test results come back from the lab,” he said.

  Tryst had my cellphone and every time it beeped I felt myself getting light-headed.

  “I need to tell you somethin’.”

  The doctor knocked on the door with my results, cutting me off from what I had to tell Tryst. I was relieved that my test results came back normal, but l was stunned when she told me I was pregnant. For the past few days, I had a feeling I was, but I was doubting it because I was having cycles. Naya and Deerie made comments about me gaining weight and lately I’d been emotional.

  “We’re going to send you down to get a sonogram in a few minutes, and congratulations,” Dr. Brown said before leaving back out of the room.

  “I knew it, Dream. You got big,” Tryst said, smiling. I wasn’t expecting Tryst to be excited since he wanted to wait until he was legit. He got up and came over to me.

  “Why are you smiling?”

  “Cause it’s you that’s carryin’ my seed. I know we had this talk about me being legit before we started a family, but things don’t go as planned so we’re here. What did you have to tell me though?” he asked.

  This is it. I’m gonna lose him, this moment is going to forever haunt me but at least we’re at the hospital in case he goes off.

  “I don’t know how to tell you this. With everything that has been going on, and now this... Some of those rumors about me are true. I was an escort, just to make chump change for school but I got greedy and started doing more,” I cried.

  Tryst backed away from the hospital bed with bloodshot eyes—he looked like a devil.

  “A prostitute? Yo, Dream, a what?” he asked in disbelief.

  “I kept tellin’ myself I was doing it for a purpose, but it felt good having my own money. I got caught up but I’m not doing it anymore.”

  “In other words, you’re a slut? A cheap-ass whore? Muthafuckas was warning me but I couldn’t believe it. Yo, I could’ve given you the world for nothing in return!” Tryst yelled.

  “We’re in a hospital! Please just calm down!”

  “Bitch, you want me to calm down? I’m around this muthafucka, walkin’ around proud and shit about havin’ a down-ass shorty with me and you bring this shit to me? That might not be my baby, bruh. I know that ain’t my baby. You ain’t shit, Dream. Then you got the nerve to be bougie with rotten pussy. Yo, hit the button and call the nurse. I’m ready to get my dick checked right now. Had me dickin’ you down like I’m the only nigga smashin’. BITCH, CALL THE NURSE!” Tryst yelled.

  “I’m not doing it anymore!”

  “I’m gonna leave before I put my hands on you. You know what’s crazy, though? My father warned me about you. Maybe he saw somethin’ I couldn’t, but he told me to be careful. Who knows, you were probably a hoe back then. That’s why Rizzo was comfortable grabbin’ your ass around me. That nigga knew the pussy was cheap. Bum-ass bitch,” Tryst said before walking out of the room. I buried my face in my hands and cried. The respect he once had for me was gone.

  Deerie was escorted to my room by a nurse. She rushed to me when I broke down.

  “Just let him cool off. He still cares about you, he’s the one who sent me back here to be with you,” Deerie said.

  “Where did he say he was going?”

  “I don’t know, he took Jasma from me and left,” she replied.

  I wanted Deerie and Sebastian to go home so that I could be alone but Deerie wouldn’t leave. She wanted to be in the room with me for the sonogram. Pregnant and alone with no money was my karma for juggling Tryst’s feelings. I felt worthless.

  Trell

  I’d been dodging my brother’s phone calls and text messages for the past few days. I couldn’t face him for what I did. June Bug said he could flip the two bricks I gave him from Tryst’s stash for triple of what Tryst would get for it. He said he wanted to prove to us that he could make us more money. Not only did I give him the bricks, I gave that bitch-ass nigga ten g’s, so he could get a little apartment and fresh gear. I fucked up badly and I didn’t know what to do, especially since June Bug got ghost on me. June Bug wasn’t the only thing on my mind, it was Naya. Dream told me to tell Naya about Kabella before she heard it from her. Now, here I was sitting in my car smoking some kush, waiting for Naya to pull up. It was almost midnight, Naya barely stayed out that late. I knew it was the right neighborhood because I followed her home from Newtowne one night. We weren’t together, but I had to make sure she got home safe, especially coming from that side of town.

  An hour passed, and I searched around the parking lot for Naya’s car, thinking I might’ve overlooked it. Shorty wasn’t answering her phone or returning my text messages. I had to turn up the AC in my car to cool off because I was imagining her fucking on another nigga. I fucked up terribly since I had been disrespectful with it, blaming her for my cheating ways. There were so many girls throwing their asses at me that most times I couldn’t turn it down.

  I gave up waiting for Naya, maybe it wasn’t the time to tell her. Besides, I had to figure out how I was going to pay Tryst back. I owed him forty g’s, probably more depending on how much he could’ve profited off those two bricks. A car parked next to mine while I was sipping out of a Patrón bottle. Three six-mafia was jamming from the Maxima next to my whip. I heard a familiar laugh after the music was turned down. The door opened, and a short, stubby dude got out. He was about Dream’s height. Naya got out of his car, wearing a tight summer dress. She was looking better than the last time I saw her. I got out of my whip when I saw her bend down to hug that lil’ Teletubby-ass nigga.

  “Break that shit up!” I said, pushing him back from her.

  “What the hell, Trell!” Naya said, shoving me back.

  “You that desperate now? You wanna fuck this pregnant pony, huh? Out all the niggas around here and you want a lil’ bull dagger? I should dropkick his lil’ fat ass!” I said. I was disappointed in Naya. Yeah, I done fucked a few ugly broads, but she was supposed to be better than me and upgrade.

  “Yo, back the fuck off!” he said and pushed me back. I bitch slapped him and he fell on the hood of his car.

  “I’m not tryin’ to fight you, lil’ homie. Just go home and lose my shorty number,” I said to him.

  “Who in the fuck is this guy, Naya? You told me you were single!” he yelled.

  “I am single, Thomas. He’s my crazy ex,” Naya said.

  “She’s pregnant with my seed so you can forget about this lil’ situation. Go on home before I let one off on you,” I said.

  Thomas told Naya to lose his number before he got in his car and sped off, almost hitting us. Naya smacked me on the back of my head and sadly that shit gave me an erection.

  “Nigga, what the fuck! We’re done, Trell, I thought we expressed that,” she said with a stank face.

  “Yo, stop playin’. When have we ever been done done? I fucked up, I cheated multiple times, but I still love
you. I’ll work on the way I talk to you. We gotta talk.”

  She rolled her eyes and smacked her teeth. Naya was probably tired of me but I knew she still loved me. She invited me to her condo; my eyes couldn’t leave her plump backside as she walked across the parking lot. I followed her into the building then up the stairs to the third floor. She unlocked the door and the fresh smell of lemon spilled into the hallway. Her crib was spacious with high ceilings. Everything was purple, silver and black. She definitely had a feminine spot. I was checking it out to make sure I didn’t find anything that belonged to another man.

  Naya took off her heels then sat on the couch with her arms crossed. She was waiting for me to say what I had to say. Fucking her cousin was something she couldn’t come back from. For a hot second, I thought Kabella was my speed, but it wasn’t the case. I think I was attracted to the way she treated me. Kabella knew I had a girl and a few others, and she quietly played her part until she hit me with the pregnancy that I knew she was lying about. Shit hasn’t been right since I left Naya and to be honest, I think it was my karma.

  “Why are you just standing there?” she asked.

  “I’m realizing what I lost.”

  “Don’t come over here playin’ games with me. You do this every time I find a piece of happiness,” she replied.

  I took my J’s off before stepping onto her plush white rug. I sat next to her and she scooted away. Her dress rose up a little, displaying her Winnie the Pooh tattoo on her thigh. I needed it and was too selfish to tell her that I was banging her cousin and her at the same time. What I came for ended up not being what I wanted to talk to her about.

  “I missed you.”

  “What kind of trouble are you in?” she asked.

  “How you figure that?”

  “I know you, Trell. What’s the matter? Are you thinkin’ about David again? I can tell when you’re stressed,” she said. She ran her fingers through my dreads while I stared at the ceiling. It was kind of like a therapy session. Naya was the only one that listened out of all the girls I’d been with. I told her what happened between me and June Bug. She knew I respected him more than I did my father at one point since I was almost raped.

  “You don’t owe him anything, Trell. That’s what godfathers are supposed to do, but you have to tell Tryst what happened. There’s a reason he didn’t trust June Bug,” she said.

  “June Bug has been in the game for a long time. We could’ve had mad money.”

  “June Bug is older, Trell. Did you really think he was gonna respect some kids younger than him? You were easy to manipulate but many people take ‘L’s,’” she said.

  I grabbed her breast and she smacked my hand away. “Let me just put the tip in.”

  “Go home, Trell,” she said, pushing me up.

  “You fuckin’ that lil’ dude, huh?”

  “He’s not little, you’re just tall,” she said.

  “Mannnn, whatever. He’s about Dream’s height.”

  “Nooo, he just looks that way cause he’s chubby, but he’s very nice to me. We used to work together until I lost my job. I know one of your hoes got me fired,” she said.

  “I got a few dollars left that I’m gonna give you so don’t trip about that. Just know that I’m sorry for how I did you.”

  “I’m scared, Trell, and I’m tired,” she said.

  I wrapped my arms around her to bring her close to me. “I want to go back to when we were sixteen years old. We were happy, young and in love.”

  “We’re still young,” she said.

  “It doesn’t feel that way.”

  Naya got up from the couch but I pulled her back down so she could straddle me. She didn’t have anything on underneath her dress.

  “You did this for that nigga?”

  “You know I don’t like underwear unless it’s that time of the month,” she replied. It had been a minute since we did anything, so I knew she was waiting for me. I lifted her dress up and over her head. Naya had a little buzz, I could smell the hint of liquor on her breath. Her body was soft, and she smelled like she was wearing something from Victoria’s Secret. She pushed me against the couch and undid my shorts.

  “Wait, Naya. Hold on, shorty. I gotta tell you somethin’ before we do this.” I thought I could hold off and tell her later, but I had a guilty conscious.

  “Tell me later,” she said while taking off my shirt.

  Naya was probably sick of me telling her shit anyway. All she wanted was the dick at this point.

  I bet she’s over my ass. Fuck it, I’m ready to go ham. I bet that’ll pipe her lil’ ass down.

  “Let me get on top, Naya. You know you don’t know how to ride all that good.”

  She ignored me while pulling my dick out of my shorts. I gripped her hips when she held my dick with one hand, bracing herself with the other, making sure not to slip. Naya’s pussy was too wet and I almost busted inside of her. As long as I’d been with Naya, she never took charge which was one of the reasons why I was into faster girls.

  “Fuccckkkkk, Nay!”

  She was riding my dick as if I was another man. Her eyes were closed when she rubbed on her breasts. I was getting a little jealous because that was my job. She was messing my head up. I wanted to know why she was acting different. But, then again she could’ve always been that way. I never really paid attention to her during sex since there were so many shorties I was sleeping with.

  Fuck this!

  I grabbed her waist and pumped into her, giving her all of my girth. She wasn’t running away neither, she was throwing it back at me with the same pace. A tear almost slipped from my eye when she slowed down, gently rocking bath and forth. Her pussy was gushing down my nuts as soft moans escaped her full glossy lips. I swung my legs over the couch, so I could lay back and let Naya do her thing. The way she moved her hips reminded me of a belly dancer. At that very moment I knew she would always be the woman for me. Maybe I was getting the pussy laid on me too good because I was picturing us being married. I pulled her down, so I could kiss her, as her warm breasts pressed against my chest. The sweet scent of her perfume crept into my nose. I wanted to make love to Naya, not just fuck her like I’d been doing for the past few years.

  I rolled her over, so I could be on top of her. She wrapped her legs around me when I pumped into her, whispering in her ear how much I loved her and how good her pussy felt. She gently bit the side of my face when I hit her spot. Naya was scratching the hell out of my back as I drilled her into the couch. We kissed, licked and tongued each down while we took our time exploring something deeper than sex. Her legs trembled, my dick was throbbing—we came together.

  Naya slid from underneath me to go to the bathroom. Her phone was ringing on the coffee table, so she grabbed it on her way leaving out of the living room. I got up too because Naya made a mess on me and I didn’t want my nuts sticking to my legs. The bathroom door was locked; I heard Naya whispering to someone over the phone.

  “Come over tomorrow night. I have somethin’ sexy to wear for you. I’m really tired from helping my sister decorate her house,” Naya lied. Shorty played the hell out of me. Here I was trying to prove to her that I could change but she moved on. That muthafucka used me for my dick and had me feeling like a slut or something.

  “Open the fuckin’ door!” I banged after I heard her tell the nigga she was going to send him a picture.

  “What is your problem?” she asked, opening the door.

  “Who was that on the phone?”

  “What are you talkin’ about?” she replied with a dumb look on her face.

  “Yo, Naya, I’m gonna beat the shit outta you if you keep disrespectin’ me! Now tell me who in the fuck was that on the phone!” I yelled at her.

  “Get out of my house!” Naya yelled.

  “You fuckin’?”

  “Yes, I’m fuckin’, Trell! Are you happy now? I have a few male friends that treat me right. It’s better than waitin’ on you to act right. All you do is cheat, li
e, cheat and lie all over again. Did you really think making love to me was going to fix us? We cannot be fixed!” she said.

  “Anything can be fixed! Come on, Naya. I fucked up badly and I need you back. You’re my best friend, too! You know everything about me. I’ll never give another woman that. So yo, please just cut those niggas off so we can work on us. I haven’t been right since I broke up with you. I was confused at the time because this girl I cheated on you with was fun, but I realized that shit was only fun cause it was wrong and temporary.”

  “Who is this woman?” she asked.

  “Before I tell you, she’s been throwin’ herself at me for a few years and I ended up bitin’ the bait. We had problems, so I didn’t think the situation was that fucked up until I started seeing how messed up it was. I swear on everything, Naya, that girl was just a temporary escape.”

  “Who is it?” Naya asked with her arms crossed.

  “Kabella.”

  Naya sat on the toilet seat with her face buried in her hands as she cried. I wrapped my arms around her and cried with her. It hurt me more than it was probably hurting her because I didn’t deserve her, but I couldn’t let go.

  “You fu—cked my cousin? She was comin’ around me! Coming to our home when we lived together!” she sobbed. She pushed me away from her before she stormed out of the bathroom. I followed her into the kitchen and she grabbed a knife.

  “Yoooo, let’s just talk. This is the past, Naya! The fighting, lying, all of it.”

  “You don’t get to make that call, Trell! You fucked my cousin! That was too close to home!” she screamed.

  I backed up, preparing myself to actually knock Naya out so she wouldn’t stab me. We had many fights but grabbing a weapon never happened before.

  “Let me get dressed then I can leave,” I said.

  Naya rushed towards me. It happened so fast, too fast. I was too late to warn her that her purse was in the middle of the floor. She fell onto the knife; it went through her chest. I couldn’t move, my legs seemed to have been glued to the floor as I watched in shock while her blood spilled onto the carpet. She was still, but I could hear her gasping for air. I was afraid, too scared to turn her over when I made my way to her.