Dreams And Nightmares

"Fuck you!you fucking puppy Dog, fucking shameless street dog, fucking prick" Riri screams at the top of her voice. Her bruised left eye is more watery than a nymph's wet cunt. She slams the door, kicks the purple Lugz boot by the stairs, reaches for the Jack Daniels on the wine shelve, staggers towards the wall while swallowing a mouthful of Jacky in her hand. In a slow but precise motion, she drops her ass on the floor, fingers her hair with her two hands and pulls it up in anguish, makes a groan and breaks down into tears. Woo-hoo,woo-uhhh, sniffs at interval and cries on. 

A couple of hours later.There are footsteps upstairs, a random tip-tap here and there, it comes nearer to the stairs and down it comes. Breezy shows up with Tati. Both looking rather too economical in their dressing. Breezy in a white and blue checkered boxer short with white fluffy robe and a white casual fluffy slippers while Tati wags her ass about in a red pant and bra, bare footed. She jumps on Breezy’s back, he loses his step and they both fall down the stairs. Breezy gives her a kick on her ass and Riri rolls off and laughs uncontrollably, she pulls him up and they both walk pass the motionless body of Riri beside the shelf, holding an empty bottle of hennessy, buried in her own vomit.
"you said she was leaving" Tati mumbles in anger
- She was meant to, things changed
" What do mean things changed?"
-Things just fucking changed, I don't know how to put it, it's a fucking long drama
"Well, you better start talking, cos Tati ain't going nowhere until you spit it all out". There is yelling and anger in the air, a lot of yelling and a lot of anger and it continues and slowly fades off as the love birds disappear into the garden from the rear door at the kitchen. The alarm clock sings, it is 6pm.

At around 1am, Riri wakes up, takes off her soaked denim jean and white tank-top, strips to her turquoise G-string, gets a mop and cleanses her mess off the caramel wooden floor. She goes up to have a long cold shower and puts on a pink transparent nighty, comes back to the sitting room downstairs, switches on the TV then after a couple of minutes, switches it off, goes out through the front door, she takes two steps down the wooden stairs and sits. She lights a cigarette and smokes into the night. Her left eye is still red, half closed and hurts badly
" Son of a Bitch!, a fucking son of a bitch!" she fumes, hitting her palm on her forehead. She sits there all night and just while dawn is breaking out from the pod of the sky, she throws down her fifteenth handicapped cigarette and goes to bed.

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Four years ago, on her eighteenth birthday, Riri had gone to 50/50 nightclub with Tati and a couple of other friends. Breezy was a rapper who had also come to the club to meet Jay, the owner of 50/50. He had been invited for a freestyle. Jay was the best thing in New York, Breezy was the next rated rapper in Brooklyn and Riri was just a college drop out from Queens who had moved to Brooklyn to pursue her modelling career. On the night of her birthday, there was an harvest of love in 50/50, Jay fell in love with Breezy’s raps and was very much interested in signing him under his Fifty Shades record label while Breezy found a rather unprofessional love in Riri. Her guiltless illuminating smile swept him off his feet from the very moment she reciprocated his smile across the bar. She was chocolate black, a little over six feet, slim and toned with a long oval face. She had her hair shaved to the scalp like one of Victoria Secret’s super models, she wore a smokey eye with a little silver in her inner corner of the eye and finished it off with nude lips and a well bronzed face. He met all her friends and he introduced his to her, not that he had many, just one, Kirk Dumas a.k.a Killz. Killz had been friends with Breezy since high school but while Breezy proceeded to college, Killz joined the street, selling drugs and doing everything illegal, a typical New York hustler who had spent twelve months in Franklin correctional facility in one of his mis-hustles.

Breezy chose his words carelessly that night when he said Love doesn't cost a thing. Perhaps, it was the joker that won him his prize on a drunk night, or may be it was his cute face that won him Riri’s heart, whichever did, such line shouldn’t not be extended to Jay, who was just about to put a huge trust and investment on his new found love, Breezy’s rap.

Time blossomed and Jay's investment in Breezy paid off, the music industry witnessed a revolution and Breezy's account blossomed with time. Riri on the other side was gradually climbing the ladder of fame. She had been stealing the shows at several fashion shows and had graced the front covers of several Magazines, including EBONY and F&M. Their love on the other was suffering from Paparazzi, rumours after rumours did little to help their relationship grow. After the MTV awards two years ago, it was reported in one of the leading Tabloids that Breezy and Tati shared a room at the Westbron hotel, a rumour that went viral both in the press and on social networking sites. Tati quickly placed a call to an unperturbed Riri to deny this allegation. Riri laughed it off. Riri knew if anyone would betray her it definitely won’t be Tati who was her best friend and they shared everything together apart from guys.

Beside, Killz had just proposed to Tati just a week before the Mtv Awards night. Their low profile eighteen months relationship had enjoyed very little publicity and Tati had remained a loyal friend to Riri despite the challenges of their careers and Killz had proposed despite her short romance with Jay, despite the unplanned pregnancy, despite the abortion mess. Killz had threatened to kill Jay, but two days after he proposed to Tati, Killz was gunned down in front of his house by unknown gunmen. Therefore the whole news of Breezy having something to do with Tati didn't just make sense to Riri. Breezy wouldn't mess with Jay, not with Tati and not days after Kirk Dumas was killed in cold blood. Everyone knew Jay was behind Killz death but there was no evidence to back it up. Jay has people who works for him, kills for him and stays away from him. You just wouldn’t see him talking to them but he could instruct them to carry out a job without meeting them, how he does this, nobody knows.

The rumours thickened in subsequent months and Riri started getting worried. The height of it was when a picture of Breezy and Tati kissing in the car came out. Riri was traumatised, she cancelled her runway show in Manhattan flew to New York City for Breezy's concert. That night after the concert, Breezy drove Riri home, a quite romantic night that ended sadly when Riri asked about Tati, an argument ensued and in a sharp unconscious effort, a slap was thrown at her, another followed and her face was brutally pampered. Trust the Paparazzi, they covered it.

Things started to fall apart for the two love birds after that night, but while Riri's career plummeted, Breezy's own suffered. This however didn't end his romance with Tati, and Riri had become a sad lady. Tati had been avoiding her and Breezy had changed. Things worsened along the line and Tati and Breezy no longer hid their new found love. Jay's Fifty Shades records on the ground of ‘irreconcilable differences’ parted with Breezy which added to Breezy's woes. However Breezy and Riri were still sharing the same apartment and that was Riri's biggest concern. She had taken to drugs and drinks and had been mentally affected. She had started misbehaving, going on the street of New York in transparent dresses. One Sunday morning, she had made the headline once again. A picture of her walking out of Sony stores in a transparent black dress, her moderately pointed nipples begging for cover over a couple of firm youthful bulky boobs didn’t take much time before it spread like virus over the Internet and sends some niggers hands on an erotic trip inside their jeans.

   However, that night after she finishes her fifteen sticks of cigarettes and goes to bed, a beautiful nightmare spreads across the city. Breezy and Tati are robbed on their way home from club and Tati doesn't survive the bullet that pierces through her neck. Breezy attends to questions from the New York Police department, but down the Westbridge street, in Breezy’s three hundred thousand dollars apartment, there is a graveyard silence and an empty room. Riri has moved out to her own apartment at Brooklyn heights.The alarm clock sings, but sings only to itself.