Free A Project Chick by Nikki Turner Page A

am some weak bitch, don't he? That's good, cuz I got something for him and his bitch. Trust me when I tell you.
    In a trance, to this very day, she believed she was having an out of body experience with the episode that was about to play out. Tressa went straight to the apartment, and when she put her key into the lock, it didn't work. She went over to the rental office to get the right key. They never questioned her because the apartment was still leased in her name. The only car in the parking lot was the neighbor who lived in the next building over, whom worked 55
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    at night. Everyone else was at work. She thought that maybe the girl was at work too. Tressa returned to her apartment, put the key in, but there was a dead bolt lock on the door stopping her from entering the apartment. This only pissed her off more. So, she knocked on the door. She noticed a pair of eyes peak out through the blinds to see who it was. Shortly after, she heard a female voice scream,
    "Ah, shit!!!" No one ever came to the door. Tressa's knocks just got louder and louder. Her knocking turned into banging then she yelled. "Open up the door, bitch!!!! Be a woman! I know you're in there! Oh, you bold enough to live in my apartment, but you ain't woman enough to face me eye to eye?"
    Tressa continued to scream, but the girl on the other side of the door still didn't respond. "Oh, that's OK bitch, cuz I am going to teach ya punk ass a lesson, believe that!" Tressa went to her car and called "Pop A Lock" to come out and unlock the bolt lock. They told her it would be forty minutes before they could get there. She sat in Lucky's rental car with her eyes glued to the window, and for the next ten minutes, she watched the blinds open up just enough for the eyes behind them to see she was still sitting outside.
    Forty minutes seemed like it would take forty years.
    Anticipating when the locksmith would get there was driving her crazy. So, she took matters into her own hands.
    She ran up the street to the gas station and returned.
    Tressa decided to give the girl one last chance. She decided to go at it with a little more calm approach. Instead of banging, she knocked on the door. "Oh, you still in there playing possum huh? Lying up in my shit! I don't think so.
    Baby, oh you coming out, one way or another. Dead or alive!" At that moment, Tressa poured gasoline under the door.
    Tressa listened for a minute and counted to thirty before she lit the match. She could hear the girl running around the house. As she counted and reached twenty, her cell phone rang. It was Lucky. Of course, the girl had called Lucky in a hysterical panic. Lucky spoke calmly into the phone. "Baby, get out of there because that bitch done called the police on you. Get out of there before you end up in jail."
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    Tressa hung up the phone because she could care less about what Lucky had to say. He called right back again, Tressa would not respond. "Listen baby, I know you're hurt, but you're not in your right frame of mind.
    Please snap out of this. I apologize, now please just leave." Tressa heard him, trying to calm the other girl down who had called him on his cell phone. He told her. "Just calm down, I am talking to her now."
    "Tell that bitch to just come to the door, and then I'll leave. You got the nerve to be talking to that BITCH and she done called the police on me?"
    "Baby, listen just leave before the police get there." Lucky pleaded with her.
    Tressa hung up again, and at that moment, she lit the match and calmly walked down to the steps and then to the window as she sang, " Burn Baby Burn ". She knew there was no back door, so there was only one way out if she was planning on getting out alive. She could hear the girl screaming, but for some odd reason, Tressa was still in a trance. She couldn't make out any of the words that the girl was saying, it sounded like another