Trap House by Sa'Id Salaam

Author:Sa'Id Salaam [Salaam, Sa'Id]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, African American, Urban
ISBN: 9780983431169
Google: pdIMywAACAAJ
Amazon: 0983431167
Publisher: G Street Chronicles
Published: 2011-10-15T01:12:37+00:00

CHAPTER 18

Wanda knew her life was spiraling out of control but was powerless to stop it. She had no brakes, and rock bottom was rushing toward her at 100 miles an hour. The rage inside her boiled as she thought about her situation. The young girl she had taken in to help out had, in turn, helped herself to her job and her man. Lately, Mike had been acting as if he hardly knew her. She’d lost her headliner spot at the club and was reduced to just being one of the dancers. As the featured performer, Tiffany was pulling in thousands; Wanda, on the other hand, only brought home hundreds.

Tiffany was now paying all the bills because Wanda smoked away every penny she earned. She couldn’t give a fuck about a light bill or the cable. To make matters worse, the little ingrate was even talking about moving out.

A plot took shape in Wanda’s head as she drained the last bit of smoke from her pipe. Before even exhaling, she sprang into action. She began tossing pillows off the sofa and scattering items haphazardly around the room. Wanda unhooked the TV and DVD player and placed them by the door. She then tossed her own room and placed the valuables by the front door as well.

Having no idea when Tiffany might return, Wanda moved quickly in her room. She made a beeline to the closet and the brand-new Coogi tube dress Tiffany just got. “Gotcha!” Wanda said to the dress as she plucked it from the stuffed closet. Of course the dress was too small for her, but she still didn’t want Tiffany to have it. Tiffany had made a big show of the dress when she brought it home, making sure to show Wanda the $1,500 price tag and let her know that Mike’s money had paid for it.

Her anger grew as she came across item after item in the closet with tags still attached. She couldn’t wear any of it, but Tiffany wasn’t going to either if she had anything to say about it.

She couldn’t help but admire Tiffany’s taste in shoes as she dumped them from their boxes. Wanda had to do a double-take as thousands of dollars fell out of one of the boxes. The thought of how much dope she could buy caused Wanda to fart loudly. She was laughing and farting as she stuffed the money in Tiffany’s new Prada purse.

She quickly loaded her car with the stolen loot and pulled off. If she’d taken a right instead of a left, she would have passed Tiffany heading home. Since left was P.I.G.’s direction, she missed her.

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