by Natavia
Dream
Iwas listening to New Edition’s song, “All the Way,” while getting dressed for Naya’s funeral. The song made me shed a few tears because it reminded me of Tryst as well. I was dying inside when he showed up at my apartment, but it was a relief that we could be agreeable for the baby. At least we could save our friendship which was very important. I was wearing a black dress that flowed out at the bottom with bell bottom sleeves. Since I gained weight I didn’t wear anything too tight. I styled my hair in finger waves that I plucked out, so I could have a wavy curly look. My black Manolo Blahnik spiked heels set off the simple look. The funeral started at ten o’clock, but I wanted to get there a little early. After the song went off, “If it isn’t Love,” started playing. Me and Naya used to have dance-offs to this song. I sprayed Love Spell around my neck after I finished with my makeup. There was a knock on the door and I rushed to get it, hoping it was someone from our family.
“Wow, you look amazing,” Adrian said when I opened the door.
“What are you doing here?”
“I know it’s your sister’s funeral and I came to assist you. I know it’s a hard time for you and the baby,” he said. I tried to close the door in his face but he pushed his way into my home. He was dressed for the funeral as if I invited him. He dropped a duffel bag on the floor.
“Get out of my home, Adrian!”
“I’m giving you your money back. Isn’t that why you don’t want me anymore?” he asked. Adrian had my bank information, there is no telling what else he knew about me.
“I don’t want that money! I’d rather be broke and homeless than let you think you own me. Get the hell out!”
Adrian pulled out a gun from his suit jacket. “I took that money from my wife so that we could move out of the city! You told me I was the man of your life!” he yelled.
“I never told you that!”
“Yes you did after we made love. You told me you belonged to me,” he said. He pushed me into the table, the gun pointed at my forehead.
“You know why I hate the projects? It’s because bitches like you use men for a come-up. Every ghetto has a Dream. You need me to fulfill your dreams. I gave you a baby and you do this to me? I know a lot about you. I know that you will never amount to anything without money,” he said.
His phone rang and he told me to be quiet with the gun pressed against my head. I was nervous, so nervous, that I was beginning to get cramps.
“I’m here. She might miss the funeral because we’re leaving now,” he told the caller.
All this time someone close to me has been giving Adrian information! No wonder he found out I was pregnant. It couldn’t have been Kabella because she doesn’t know about the baby.
“I need to go to the hospital. Something isn’t right with my baby.”
“We can go there when we get to Georgia,” he replied.
I figured since I was going to die anyway I might as well fight. I punched Adrian in the face, making him drop the gun. I went to pick it up, but Adrian tackled me, knocking the wind out of me. The cramps were getting worse, too painful for me to move but I fought him anyway.
“Since I can’t have you, no one else will. My brother is going to kill your little thug, so you might as well die now to be with him,” he said. Adrian started choking me. He was trying to kill me! With what little strength I had, I picked up a heel and began smashing it in his face. He let out a scream as blood dripped from his head. I hit him with the shoe again and he fell over. My phone was on the coffee table, so I hurriedly texted Tryst telling him Adrian was trying to kill me just in case something happened to me. Adrian pulled me by the legs, turned me over and lifted my dress. I couldn’t scream because he had his hand over my mouth. I bit his hand and he didn’t budge. His blood was in my mouth; I was ready to puke.
“I left my wife for you! I’m betraying everyone!” Adrian screamed in my face. The closest thing to me was a bottle of air fresher. I sprayed some in his eyes and he let go me of me.
“BITCH!” he said.
I kicked him the face and he fell through the glass coffee table. The cramps were now in my lower back, traveling down my legs when I tried to walk. I crawled out of the living room, on my way to the door. Adrian stumbled over to me and I panicked.
“You can’t escape me, Dream. I’m going to kill your little boyfriend when I see him,” he said. I screamed for help, hoping someone in the building heard me. Adrian kicked me in the face which almost knocked me out. My vision was in and out. I gave up the fight, my body wouldn’t allow me to move.
“We can leave here and start a new life if you apologize for the pain you’ve caused me and my wife,” he said.
“I’m not apologizing to you! You wanted me to use you because you needed to feel like a man. Kill me now because I’m not apologizing!” Adrian picked up a broom to beat me with it. I closed my eyes and laid still.
“DREAM!” Tryst yelled from the other side of the door.
“GO AWAY, LOWLIFE!” Adrian yelled.
The door rattled, making the pictures shake on the wall. Gunshots rang out, as Tryst shot at the doorknob.
“Let me go, Adrian. You are going to jail.”
Adrian grabbed the gun and I yelled out to warn Tryst.
BOOM!
The door flew open. Adrian shot at Tryst but missed.
“Fight me like a man, boy,” Adrian said to Tryst. Tryst pointed a gun at Adrian, neither was backing down.
“I loved her!” Adrian said.
“Bruh you gotta go,” Tryst said.
“You will go to jail if you shoot him,” I told Tryst.
“Naw, baby. I’m plugged in,” he replied.
Adrian put the gun down because he wanted to fight Tryst. He was trying to fight his way out. Adrian was scared of Tryst, I could hear it in his voice.
“Fight me,” Adrian said. Tryst pulled the trigger, shooting Adrian in his neck. Adrian fell on the floor holding his neck, fighting to breathe. People were in the hallway looking inside the apartment, watching Tryst kill a man.
“POLICE!” someone in the hallway said. Everyone scattered.
“Tryst, the police are coming,” I winced.
“I know that,” Tryst said, standing over Adrian with his gun at his head. Tryst’s hands used to be clean but because of my ways he had to kill someone. He pulled the trigger again, shooting Adrian in the head. Five police officers rushed into my apartment with their guns drawn on Adrian who was already dead. They were defending Tryst. The officers spoke to Tryst, but I couldn’t hear them. Tryst broke away from them to help me.
“I gotta take you to the hospital,” he said.
“Go to the funeral. I can take care of myself.”
“Baby, you can’t. Blood is coming from between your legs. We have to see what’s up with the baby,” he said.
“I don’t think I’m pregnant anymore.”
“An ambulance is on the way,” an officer said.
Tryst took off his shirt to get the blood off my face. He was hurt, I could see it in his eyes. I will forever love him, but I had to start my life over. I’d caused so much pain in his life. I lost our baby, I could feel it. Tryst didn’t deserve this pain…
Project Dreamz 2: The Finale coming next…