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 heart, she felt good because now, he felt what she had felt. That everything she had and loved was gone. Bertha told Tammy that Fred dropped to the floor and cried like a baby. She also informed her that her boy was locked up. That he got hooked on cocaine, started writing bad checks, and now, he is serving time. Tammy sat down and wrote a letter to Fred, and she was sure that he would get this one, and it wouldn’t be returned to her. She told Fred in two sentences, “Sorry for your loss, but now, you know how I felt fifteen months ago. Time served and paid in full.” But Tammy knew she wasn’t finished with Fred yet. Tammy sent the letter to her sister Lula and asked her to mail it to him because she was still in love with him and that he wouldn’t accept mail from her. Lula agreed and mailed the letter to the prison for her. Mail called, Fred got his mail and read the note. All he said was, “That little bitch.”
Chapter 4
Well, Tammy was twenty-three now, and five years had gone by, and she was still sitting in that stinking ass jail. The only good part about it since she had been a goody two-shoes was that she landed a job cleaning the warden’s house. The warden was fine as shit, salt-and-pepper hair, six feet and one inch tall, about 230 pounds, and has a very nice body for a white man. His name was Darius Spencer. He seemed to be a very nice man and very easy to talk to. He told Tammy that she just took a wrong turn in life and that she gave her heart to the wrong man; she just needed someone to love her for the person that she was. Those words really made Tammy feel good. He seemed so sincere when he was saying those words to her. Every day after that, when Tammy would go to the warden’s house to clean, she felt close to him. To be honest, Tammy was falling in love with a man that she knew she would never have. She knew he didn’t feel the same about her. How could he? She was a convicted murderer, and she knew she was not the type of woman that he would be interested in.
Tammy continued to talk with him every day when she cleaned his house, which was very strange because for some reason, he would always be there when it was time for Tammy to clean. One evening, around 6:00 p.m., the prison was on lock down, and the warden Mr. Spencer requested for Tammy to come to his house. He had a special cleaning job that he needed done, for he was having some very important people at his home the next day. Tammy wondered what it was he wanted her to do. Tammy got up and dressed, even though she was a little funky and made her way up to the warden’s (Mr. Spencer) house so that she could do what was requested of her.
One of the guards escorted Tammy up to the house; he didn’t walk her in, just to the door. So Tammy rang the doorbell, and the guard stated she was to just go in, so that was what Tammy did. When Tammy opened the door, the house was very quiet, and Warden Spencer was nowhere in sight. Tammy saw a note on the table that she was to go into the kitchen. Tammy felt to herself that this was kind of strange because he never left a note before; any other time, he would just be there and tell her what he wanted done, and then, he would return to his study. Tammy complied with the note