by Ciarra
Confessions of a Trap Queen 2
By Ciarra
Copyright 2015 by Ciarra
Published by Shan Presents
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales or, is entirely coincidental.
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My Dedications
This book is dedicated to the same two people my first book was dedicated to, my son and his father.
To my son, Tyrone, oh Boy, oh boy my little munchkin…words can’t explain how much I love you. Never would have thought motherhood would be so good to me. I was scared to have you because I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to be a mother but I can’t complain and wouldn’t change it for anything. It’s me and you against the world son. I love you.
To my son’s dad, Reginald, oh God how I wish you were here with me our son. They say things happen for a reason and I’m still asking the question why it had to be you. I wish you was here to meet our son but things happens. I love you so much and I know you’re walking with me and helping me with our son. All those nights I got on your nerves and you told me to write a book has finally paid off. Please continue to rest in peace as we keep your name alive and ringing bells.
Love you- Your LilMama
My Acknowledgments
First, I have to thank the man above for walking with me every step of the way and allowing me to showcase my talent. All praises goes to the man above. I walk by faith and not by sight and no weapons formed against me shall prosper.
To my parents, my mother Regina and my father Maurice, I love you two crazy people to death. You two have taught me so much in life. There are a lot of things I don’t know how I would have accomplished if it weren’t for you two. I want to thank you for all you two have done for me. Love y’all!
To the best godmother ever, mine, Mrs. Dorothy, I love you so much. You’re the best god mom I could ever ask for. You’re a true definition of a godmother. I really appreciate you for being a god-grand-mom to my Tyrone too. You have been there for my family and never left our side. Love you.
To My Siblings
I love you seven ‘til the death of me. I love all my sisters and brothers. We might not be together all the time but the times we do spend together are the best. Love y’all. Lawrence, Tarice, Maurita, Maurice Reece, Nathan and Demi.
To My Family
I love all my crazy family members on my dad’s side and my mom’s side. If you didn’t know one thing about me you will know that I am very family orientated. I love my family. We come along way. I love you all.
My Friends.
It’s a lot of people I named in my last book who didn’t even pick up my last book. But it’s cool. I definitely have to give a shout out to the people who have been rocking with me, holding me down, and being here for me. I would name a few but I’m not. What’s understood doesn’t have to be explained. I was blessed to have some ‘good’ friends and ‘true’ friends. Anybody who knows me knows I’m the life of the party. If you can put up with me, you’re a real rider.
I also have to give a huge shout out to my son’s peoples for being there for my son when the time is. Also to Reggie’s friends that supported me heavy on my last book. The love was real and I definitely appreciate it.
Shout out to my girl Lakeysha Colemen for listening to vent and pushing me to finish this book. You’re a real friend. Lol Love you Chicka
I also have to say thank you to MyssShan for giving me this opportunity to be heard. She is such a sweet person and keeps it 100% real. I couldn’t ask for a better boss and a better publisher.
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Also to my Pen sisters, my ladies of Shan presents, I love you ladies. Ever since I signed with Shan Presents, you ladies have always showed me love and support. We all come from different backgrounds and have our own stories to tell. We are all unique, strong, and beautiful in our own way. Love you ladies.
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Confession of Trap Queen Part 2
Dayja and Killa
Prologue
“Bitch wake up,” I heard. WHAM. I felt a slap to my face. I opened my eyes and there he was, looking at me with the meanest mug on his face. I blinked my eyes a few times trying to make sure I wasn’t tripping, but no, I wasn’t. He was standing in front of me in the flesh.
“Killa,” I whispered. He smiled and looked at me.
“Yup, it’s me in the flesh, you dirty bitch. All the things I did for you and you did me like that,” he said to me. WHAP! He punched me in face. “Bitch, you thought I was dead?” he asked. I shook my head up and down and looked around for Brook. She was over in the corner with a blanket wrapped around her. I saw her chest go up and down so I knew she was still alive.
“Killa baby, I’m so sorry,” I begged, crawling towards him. He looked at me and walked back over to me. “You wasn’t sorry bitch, when you went out and spent my money that I worked so hard for,” he replied. He talked so hard that the spit coming from his mouth was landing in my face. He pulled his shirt up and I saw him remove his gun from the holster. He walked over to the table and put a bullet inside. He walked over to me with the gun pointed at me. All I heard was ‘click’, and everything faded to black.
Brook
POW!
I jumped when I heard the gunshot sound. I looked around, saw a body fall over, and instantly knew it was Dayja’s body. I silently cried for my sins and the strength of my sister and myself. I started praying in my head, trying to be careful not to turn the attention to me. I turned my head the other way because I couldn’t dare to look at her that way. I heard footsteps walk over to me and I held my breath, hoping he wouldn’t notice me. WHAM WHAM. My face stung as I felt those slaps to my face.
“Bitch, I should kill your ass too! Where is my fucking money?” Killa asked me. I looked at him and started crying. I looked over at Dayja and her breathing was slowing.
I looked up at Killa and said, “The money is gone, she spent it and split it with her brother.” Killa looked at me and laughed. He coughed up a whole bunch of phlegm and spit it directly in face.
“You snake ass bitch,” he said to me and walked off laughing. I started thanking God but then I didn’t I know what to thank him for? Was I going to live? I heard footsteps coming back and then I felt a powerful hit to the head and then everything went black.
*****
I fluttered open my eyelids and I was sitting in a hospital room. I saw Bee sitting on the chair next to me. “B-e-e,” I struggled to say to get his attention. His eyes popped open and landed on me.
“Baby, I thought I lost you, someone brought you to the hospital. I’m sorry I didn’t know what happened. I remember waking up in the limo and you and Dayja were gone,” he said as he kissed me. I looked at him and cried some more. I was thankful to be alive for the moment, but I was afraid of him. Something wasn’t adding up. He was the reason I was almost died.
“Where’s Dayja?” I tried to get out and say.
“I don’t know baby, but I love you, and guess what?” He looked at me and smiled.
“What?” I asked him.
“You didn’t know you were having a baby, did you?” he inquired.
I cried ev
en harder. Bee kissed me on the forehead and told me he was going to get the doctor and come right back to me. I tried to move my legs but couldn’t move them. I needed a phone to call Jay, try to figure out where Dayja was, and make sure she is okay or still alive. The doctor came back and told me that I was indeed fine, just that my body was sore. He also let me know that he ran test and yes indeed, I was carrying a child. He said I was two weeks pregnant in my first trimester, and that I need to be on bed rest. I already knew the first few months were always the scariest. I was quite sure that Bee was my child’s father but in the back of my mind, I also thought Jay could have been the father too. When we were kicking it in Chicago, he didn’t use a condom. That nigga skeeted at least eighteen kids inside of me.
“Baby, everything is going to be okay,” Bee said rubbing on my stomach and kissing it.
“I need to call Jay, Dayja’s brother and find out what’s going on with her,” I said to him. I was getting disgusted with him every second of the minute. He told me he didn’t have his phone but was going to go the car to get it. I watched him walk out the door and started crying once again. I reached over me and found the hospital phone.
I dialed Jay’s phone and rang it three times before the line hung up. My heart sped up a little bit because I just knew something was wrong. I tried two more times and before I knew it, “Hello,” I heard him answer.
“Jay?” I cried out to him.
“Brooke, baby, are you alright?” he asked me.
“I’m at North Memorial,” I told him.
“I’m on my way,” he said and hung up the phone. I was relieved to at least know I still had him. I was scared at the moment, and the pieces I was trying to put together were not adding up. I remember us getting in the limo with Demetri and Bee and then we pulled into a location. I remember seeing Dayja fall asleep and I wasn’t too far behind her. But we hadn’t been in the limo to just fall right out. I tried to piece out as much as I could but I couldn’t remember shit. I remember hearing a gunshot and seeing Dayja slumped over. Then Killa knocked me out again and now I’m back here. Bee told me the doctor said someone brought me here. But even if all that is true, it still brings me back to the very beginning, when we were in the limo with Bee and Demetri. Did we pass out voluntarily or were we drugged? Bee said he and Demetri woke up in the limo and that’s when they noticed we were gone.
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a knock on this hospital door. The nurse walked in and told me there was a detective at the door wanting to ask me some questions and it was procedure for them to come in and talk to me. She checked my vitals, told me I was going to be released soon, then she walked out and they walked in.
“Hello, Ms. Brooklyn Jones, I’m Detective Johnson and this is my partner Detective Cortez, and we just want to ask you few questions if that’s okay with you?” Detective Johnson said to me. I looked at them and told them I don’t remember anything, but I do remember waking up, that’s it, that’s all. They left their card and told me to call them once I remember something. As soon as they walked out the door, I threw card in the trash. Yes, I was in fucked up predicament, but I still lived by the code no stitching. That’s it, that’s all.
Jay
I was scared shitless when I found out my little sister was with that nigga, Killa. I know he was going to kill her and I felt responsible. When I received the phone call from Brook telling me she was at the hospital, it gave me a little hope. Even though Brook and I had a sexual relationship in the past, she is a very important person that is a part of my everyday circle. I was fucked up when Lovely was killed and I’ll be damned if I lose the last two I got standing left. I really didn’t kick it with no one but my sister and her friends, because they was about their money and my other brother was locked up in prison. I didn’t have anyone else besides them. I was rushing to get in my car and get to North Memorial to speak with Brook, to see if she had obtained some info on Killa. I needed to get my little sister back. I knew she wasn’t dead. I didn’t feel it. I could feel it in my heart she was still alive and I know I didn’t have much time to get to her before he did kill her.
I walked to the desk and gave the lady Brooklyn’s name and she directed me to the fifth floor, room number 563. I was going up the elevator, my heart beating rapidly the entire time. I walked down the hallway that led to Brook and saw the detectives leaving out of her room. I knew they were going to question her and ask her what happen. I was praying to God that Brook had some info on Dayja and her whereabouts. I was nervous on what her outcome was going to be with them. Some police were pushy. I failed as a brother. I kept beating myself up about what happened to Brook and Dayja. I walked in and looked at Brook; she was still beautiful as ever. All of the feelings I had for her resurfaced.
Once we came back from Chicago, she kicked me to curb and told me she was committed to her new man. I was dirty for snatching her phone and letting him hear me and her get down, but oh well. She was supposed to run back to me with opened arms; I planted all my seeds inside of her.
She spotted me and smiled at me. “Hey Jay,” she said to me quietly. I walked up to her and her eyes started to water. “Jay, I saw him shoot her.” She cried on my shoulder as I gave her a hug and wrapped my arms around her tightly.
“Baby, it’s going to be okay,” I said to her. I climbed in the bed with her. I held her in my arms and let her cry on me. I felt my shirt getting wet but I didn’t even care. Although I was holding her, all I could do was think about my sister. Damn I needed to find her. I laid with Brook and held her as she cried and eventually, she fell asleep. I had no choice but to follow her lead. Within seconds, I was off to dreamland too.
“Damn this the nigga that you left me for in Chicago?” I heard a voice say. I woke up and saw a funny looking nigga in my face looking from me to Brook. I knew this was her dude.
“Umm, this is Dayja’s brother,” she stuttered. I got up off her bed, walked over and kissed her on the forehead and told her I’d call her later so we could finish talking. I was almost to the door when I heard her dude tell her that she’s pregnant and she was sleeping with other people. I stopped and turned around and looked at her with my mouth opened.
“Damn Brook, you pregnant?” I asked her. She looked at me and shook her head up and down. I wiped my hands on my face and walked out. I knew it was a fifty percent chance that was my baby.
I left the hospital with all kinds of thoughts running through my head. I still didn’t even have a chance to talk to Brook about Dayja. Did she hear anything about him killing her or something? My phone was ringing off the hook from customers, but I didn’t have no work to even put out. I walked through the door at my house and saw my girl sitting on the couch; the same couch my sister used to sleep on.
“Baby did you find any info on your sister?” Tiffany looked at me and asked. She didn’t know Dayja like that but she had seen her and they did have a few words here and there. I sat on the couch with her and shook my head my no.
“I didn’t even get a chance to talk to her about little sis,” I told her and reached in my pockets and pulled out a cigarette and lit it with my lighter.
“Oh damn bay, you was gone a long time. I thought you were out searching for her.” I noticed Tiffany pick up her phone and looked at the time, “Damn boo, how long was I gone for?” I asked her.
“About three hours,” she said to me.
“Damn, my bad baby. I went up there and ended up falling asleep on the hospital bed with her crying about Dayja, then her dude came in talking about her being pregnant and shit,” I told her getting upset while talking about it. She looked at me with her mouth gaped open. I see a little twinge of jealousy written all over her face.
I kept it real with Tiffany when I went to Chicago. I told her that Brook and me had sex quite a few times there, but never told her I raw dogged her. “It could be a possibility.” I looked at her while shrugging my shoulders.
“So did you use a condom with her?” she asked in a
whisper. I looked at her and shook my head from side to side. She looked at me and shook her head as well, before grabbing the cigarette out my hand. “Damn nigga, you’re really out here just not giving a fuck about me, are you?” she asked me.
I laid on the couch and my put my hands over my eyes. I was trying to piece the puzzle the together. I felt Tiffany get up from the couch and then I felt her tugging on my zipper.
“Damn ma, what you doing?” I asked her while looking in her face. Tiffany was a pretty chick. She was light skinned with long hair, and full pouty lips. She didn’t have a butt but she her shape wasn’t bad either. She was a good girl that liked to fuck with bad niggas. She pulled my dick out of my pants and told me to be quiet and let her do her thang.
“Aight Tiff, you got that. Make sure you swallow that mothafucka though, you know how I like it,” I told her. I leaned my head back and let her go to town and on this big mothafucka.
Brook
“So what was that nigga doing up here?” Bee asked me a few seconds after Jay walked out the hospital room. I looked at him and quickly got annoyed by just looking at him. The twitching of my right hand alerted me he was up to something, or something wasn’t adding up with him. I turned my head away from him and shook my head. No sooner than I turned my head, he walked over and yanked it to face him, and cupped my face with his hands.
“Please get your hands off me now before I call security,” I told him in a harsh tone. “You’re the reason why I’m in here.”
“Is that my baby or his?” He looked at me and asked me. I looked at him and told him it was his and that I was tired of arguing. He kissed me on the forehead. I turned towards the wall and instantly fall asleep thinking about Dayja.
*****
I woke the next morning with the sun shining in my eyes. As soon as I woke up, the nurse walked back in the room and told me I would be getting discharged at noon today. I was excited as hell. I was going to go back to staying at my house that I shared with Lovely. Before I was scared to stay; now I didn’t have any other choice. I was getting ready to leave my hospital room when Bee walked in the door with flowers and a bag from Victoria’s Secret.
