had a job to do, and she thought about what Bertha would have done to her if she didn’t. She used the money that Fred gave her to visit her mother and brought grocery because she wanted to fix Fred a nice meal and make that night a night to remember because after tomorrow, she would be dead to Fred.
She arrived at his place about 5:00 p.m. Fred was not there. He was still working. He called her; she informed him that she was at his place. Fred said, “Great, I’m running late, but I will see you soon.”
When Fred arrived home, Tracey was in the kitchen; he heard music playing. Fred went into the kitchen; he kissed Tracey like he had not seen her in a year; it was a very passionate kiss. He told her, “Baby, I’m so glad that you’re back. I missed you.”
She looked at him and said, “I missed you also,” and she smiled.
Fred and Tracey had dinner, and then, they made love all night; they made love in the shower, in the living room, and even on the kitchen table. It was a night she would never forget. While lying in the bed, Tracey told Fred, “I have something to tell you. I have not been feeling my best. I’ve been feeling sick a lot lately, and my period is late, so I got a home pregnancy test. Well, I’m pregnant.”
Fred laid there for a couple of minutes saying nothing. Tracey turned over to face Fred, and she saw a tear rolling down his face. He just hugged her and smiled. “Tracey, you don’t know what those words mean to me, baby. Thank you.”
Fred was so happy, and suddenly, out of the blue, he got up out of the bed, butter ball naked, got down on one knee, and asked Tracey to marry him. She was shocked; she was not expecting that, and she didn’t know what to say. Fred told her, “I have not been this happy since Tanisha,” and that’s when reality kicks back in for Tracey.
She smiled and said, “Yes, baby, I will marry you.”
Tracey was pissed. How he could propose to her and then mention another bitch’s name? She laid there the rest of the night, thinking about what he said to her; then she wanted revenge on his ass also and thinking how she could add a little juice to the fire. Then it came to her; she was going to ask Tammy if she could have a little more time with him because she was going to introduce him to a world he only heard about.
When she left Fred that morning, she told him that she loved him and that she would see him later. She went out, brought some cocaine, then she went back to the prison that weekend to see Bertha and informed her on what went down. She told Bertha, “I want him to lose everything that he has so give me another month. I want to get him hooked on cocaine. I want him to lose his job and everything else before he finds out that I am dead. I’m going to mix the cocaine in his drinks to get him hooked.”
Bertha told Tracey, “I love it, and I think Tammy will also.”
Bertha went back to the cell and told Tammy what Tracey wanted to do. Tammy said that sounded good to her. “I will give her a month, then I want it to be over.”
Tracey continued to see Fred. She saw him every day, and she would always fix his drinks for him E&J with coke. She would meet him at the door with a smile and a drink. Well, that went on for about a month; it got to the point that Fred would be late for work, or he wouldn’t show up at all.
One day, he came in from work; he was high; he had a couple of drinks on his way in. She asked him what was going on. He told her he was good, and he asked her to fix him a drink, and she did just that, and they made love all night. Tracey admitted to herself that the sex was even better with a dose of cocaine. He wanted to make love all night; his tongue was all over her body like a wet sponge.
That morning before he left for work, he asked her to fix him a drink. He needed a drink to help him get through the day. Tracey asked him, “Are you okay?”
He said, “Yes, I just feel a little shaky, but I’m good.”
She told him, “You should not drink before work, and you’re going to be late.”
“I’m good. One drink won’t hurt anything.”
She fixed him a drink with an extra dose. Fred was two hours late for work. When he reported in, his boss called him into the office, looked at him, and asked him was he okay. He said sure, but he wasn’t. He looked high. His boss asked him to take a drug test.
“A drug test? I’m not on drugs.”
But he knew he had to prove to his boss that he wasn’t on drugs. He was sent to the lab; he took the test. The nurse told him to report back to work with no explanation. When he got back to the job, his boss informed him that his urine was dirty. There was a high dose of cocaine in his system and that they would have to let him go. Fred was pissed. He said the test was wrong; he didn’t do drugs and that they need to do the test over.
He left the job and went home. He called Tracey and told her what happened with him at work and that he was going to get him a lawyer and sue them because someone had made a mistake. He asked her what time she was coming over because he needed her. Tracey told him, “I will be over about seven o’clock p.m.” She told him that she loved him and that she knows everything will be okay try not to worry. Before she hung up the phone, she said, “I love you, Fred. Goodbye, baby.”
Well, Tracey’s job was done. She called Monique and told her what was going on. She told her, When Fred contact you looking for me, just tell him that you haven’t heard from me all day. I want you to go over to Fred’s place. Tell Fred that I was killed last night in a car accident and that I was on my way to his house. After you leave Fred, call me. I want to know the entire details. Okay, girl?”
Monique said, “Okay, girl. I’m down.”
For Monique was a hood rat just like Bertha and Tracey. This was a game to them, and they enjoyed every moment of it. It was just like clockwork. Fred called Monique about ten o’clock. He told Monique who he was and that he was trying to get in touch with Tracey. She was to meet up with him at his place at seven o’clock. He was concerned because he hadn’t heard anything from her.
Monique told him, “I have not talked with Tracey all day, but as soon as she contacts me, I will let you know.”
Fred was worried; he just felt something wasn’t right, and this was not like Tracey not to call if something was wrong and not to show up. Fred continued drinking all night, and he continued calling Tracey’s phone, but it went straight to voice mail. He fell asleep on the sofa; then about eight o’clock that morning, someone was knocking on the door. He answered. It was Monique. She asked him could she come in. He let her enter and asked what was going on?
She told him, “I wanted to come by and tell you this in person. Tracey was killed last night in a car accident. A car hit her head-on. She was on her way over here.”
Fred dropped to the floor and cried like a baby. He was lost in pain, and he said, “No, not again.”
Monique said, “I will keep you informed,” and she left.
Fred lost his job, then his girl in the same week. Then he really started drinking heavy, but when the alcohol didn’t give him that high he wanted, he went out, brought him some cocaine, and spent his days getting high; nothing else mattered to him anymore, for he had lost everything that mattered to him. When his money ran out, he started writing bad checks just to support his habit until he got busted. He went to prison for seven years.
When Tammy found out that her plan worked and that Fred got everything he deserved for breaking her
