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    Tressa's phone rang again, it was Lucky. She answered and immediately said. "Stop blowing up my damn phone and call your bitch, tell her to just jump out the window, I'll catch her." She said laughing.
    "Fuck her. I ain't thinking bout her. The bitch could burn as far as I care. I just need you to get up outta there before you go to jail." At that moment, she heard one of her babies in the background cry and that's when she snapped out of her trance.
    She ran to the rental car and pulled off as she heard the sirens getting closer and closer by the second. Once she got to the corner, she looked in her rear view mirror and Tressa saw the girl in the window about to jump. She didn't go back, it wasn't worth it. Lucky or the girl wasn't worth her losing everything, her children, her sanity, her freedom, her self-respect and self-esteem were more important at that moment. Her heart dropped when she passed the speeding police cars, ambulances and roaring fire engines. She could have been caught red handed with the gas can in the car, but she was spared, this time.
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    As she continued to drive home, her cell phone rang and rang. It was Lucky calling each time, but she never answered. She drove around for a while and when she finally returned home, the twins had the house tore up.
    Lucky greeted her with an argument, fussing about her not answering the phone, in an attempt to try to side track the argument she had in store for him. "Yo, why didn't you answer the phone? You didn't know if something was wrong with the boys or not?"
    "What? Why you didn't find some place other than my apartment for your bitch to live in?"
    "Look, now which is more important, your kids or that apartment? Now, why couldn't you answer the damn phone! Were you on the phone with your nigga or something?" Lucky falsely accused her even though he knew better, anything to deflect his cheating ass.
    "Don't even come at me like that, with the bull! I am not the one who's unfaithful here. You are!"
    "Well, you ain't answer your phone."
    "And sometimes you don't answer yours either!" She screamed back at him. "I ain't got to put up with this shit!"
    "Oh, yeah?" Lucky asked. "Well, where you going to go with two babies? Who gonna want you? Who is going to treat you like me?" He was enraged. He charged towards her. She thought he was going to hit her for the first time, but he didn't. He just grabbed her cell phone and smashed it into a thousand pieces. She was scared and so were the boys. Her sons just crawled over to their mommy crying.
    She picked them both up and went into the nursery.
    Lucky came to the door. "Tressa, I am sorry all of this turned out this way. That was a girl named Dee that brings work for me from out of town. She liked me, but I promise you, it ain't like that." Tressa didn't respond, she only rocked her twins in the rocking chair back and forth.
    Before he walked away from the door, he stated in a firm voice. "And Tressa, don't you dare think about taking my children away from this house."
    Later she started beating herself up. What in the hell was I thinking? Am I loosing my mind or what? I just committed arson for this simple ass nigga. I should have set 58
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    his ass on fire instead of setting her on fire. I really feel bad.
    I've got to get out of this relationship and that's for real.
    All of these things were warning signs for Tressa, but she was suffering from something other than being addicted to the lavish lifestyle that she had become accustomed to living. See, Lucky never even raised one hand to Tressa, but the type of abuse he inflicted upon her was more detrimental than any bruise, scrape or scar that could heal. Lucky continuously abused her mentally. He slowly tore down Tressa's self-esteem, made her lose focus of her goals, her morals, her capabilities and her strengths.
    He controlled her with money, because she