Not In Kansas **** Chapter Thirty-Two

Nothing Trenton said could make me stop loving Twan, besides I hadn't known for sure if what he said was true. Twan and I had a connection and he knew he could trust me so he had no reason to keep anything from me. If what he had said was true then everything that had transpired now had a new meaning.

The rain poured, it hadn't sounded like it would let up any time soon. He kept insisting he take me to the ER. Finally I agreed I should go, but first I wanted food and I would escape, he could not possibly be with me every second. We were only about 7 miles away from the hospital but the tornado warnings now broadcasted and I wasn't sure if we should be out in the storm, we were surrounded by open fields, they were magnets. I'd seen what one had done to the court house while in Yarbrough. The garbage cans were already flying across the yard and the satellite was losing signal. I sat with my mind made up not to go out in the storm, "Seriously, Im fine" I said. I lied because I had known I had been traumatically raped over and over and I was extremely nervous, I'd left the body against the wall without fashion. Someone would soon find him if they hadn't already. The panties, I kept---

The stress only made it harder on my babies, I pictured them being boys looking like their father. I wondered if Trenton knew anything about Pops, he knew everything else including Twan once worked for Veronica. He and Mandel both. I just hadn't known how to ask, but knew his fat ass would soon spill the beans...I'd be waiting with a spoon. Shit. FUCK FUCK FUCK! I was in too deep, all this because of Redd! I could taste the hate I had for him! I wanted to know the truth about Sabrina's baby. Trenton had pulled out a pocket knife to peel an apple, I looked at him and gave him a second analysis. When he realized what he had done he immediately put it away and said "I wouldn't hurt ya for nothin in the world!" I laughed. He was happy I showed a positive emotion finally. Country ass, and I believed him...he had saved me twice. He just didn't like Twan or his family, and only one of his twin brothers had killed a nigga. Since they hadn't known which one it was they both were wanted dead. Pam had sent them away. When he mentioned Pops, Nathaniel Carter, he had my full attention.

"His old man ain't coming back, he know Antwan and Tobias gone kill him."

Over Sabrina? Besides we were together now, how could he even still have animosity toward his own blood behind those beautiful little girls. Instead of one, he just had two. Twins definitely ran in the Carter family.

"He brought that runaway girl home and told Pam she needed a place to stay, he was sleeping with her and she was pregnant when he brought her there, she didn't have nowhere else to go. He went to jail and she stayed with them, she started messing with Antwan but didn't tell him she was pregnant," was what he said.

"When he got out of jail he tried to kill her, she had went through all his money. Pam didn't know anything about it."

I knew it was more to it.

The wind blew the porch's contents across the yard, the lights flickered on and off. He kept reassuring me if the lights went off he wouldn't touch me. I kept my eyes on his knife and tried to figure out why the fuck he had wanted an apple in a damn thunderstorm. He searched for candles. The lightning lit the driveway, I could see the rain coming down in front of a pair of headlights from a car that had slowed. It was impossible to go out without getting drenched. I started putting a meal together in my mind from what I could see in the open pantry. I didn't mind cooking, I would soon die of starvation. I prayed he found candles, Lamonts phone only had 20 percent so his flashlight would soon be useless. I had searched for my own phone as well as Christy's with no luck, he said he destroyed them but I feared the worse. Maybe he had, he waited for me to die.

I couldn't remember ever being that hungry before, I had fucked up that time for real the voices told me so. I was becoming delirious, he needed to feed me since I was captive! I asked for an apple. I had had my tooth replaced and was not supposed to bite them but fuck that tooth, he offered to peel it, I declined his gesture.

I thought about my sweet face baby as his lips moved and then the lights flickered without coming back on. The fierce winds could be heard as the foundation that protected us shook almost from its beams. A loud horn like sound blared, and the vicious funnel cloud insistently demanded everything in its path. "WE SHOULD BE OK!" He screamed, I heard the storm door as it ripped off of its hinges. I was afraid, the door fought hard to preserve the domain it sounded like it would give out any second. I could barely hear Trenton, but I knew he was ok so far. I prayed, and vowed to give God more of my time. I'd been subjected to all the misery and heartache because I'd brought it all on myself. I asked for a second chance. His car alarm sounded as the tree fell across its roof and into the home. He had managed to flip the sofa over on top of himself but the tree branches had crashed through the side of the home through the garage and were halfway through the living room, the sofa pinned him underneath. A tree had fell on the house. The wind blew the love seat I was behind against the bookshelf. I remembered what Mama would say during a thunderstorm, "Peace, be still." I laid quietly as the windows shattered on the other side of the home, because somehow objects had blown around me to form perfect shelter. I could hear Trenton's ass crying like a baby. He had told me he owned his home, his ex wife hadn't even wanted it, only to get the fuck on...I knew why. The wind roared hauntingly it was frightening, it sounded as if He was angry! I instantly began to weigh the good and bad about myself, I knew He wasn't pleased.

Soon the sirens ceased and the rain poured profusely inside the demolished home. He still cried to the top of his lungs---I laughed so hard a couple years later while we waited for our flight, he didn't speak to me the whole trip back to the United States. We waited for thirty minutes or so. I was so stiff, my legs were numb, and my tailbone was fractured. Also I had a golfball sized knot on my forehead and quite naturally my bladder had given out.

The neighbors were going door to door to see who needed help and Trenton hadn't said anything, yet. I yelled but the commotion made it hard for them to hear me. I saw the beams as they shined the flashlight. "He's home, car's out there! TRENT!" I began to beat on every surface surrounding me, my wrist was fractured again but I could not let them leave us. "HEEEEEEEEEYYYYYY! I yelled."

They began to flip over furniture, the place was destroyed, the rain poured through the gaping hole in the roof and side of the house. The gas smell was pungent.

"Trent!" Come on Fella, hang in there," One said. "I need a chainsaw!"

Then he said, "He lives alone."

What the fuck was wrong with Trenton? I knew damn well that nigga aint had no heart attack was all I could think. He was just petrified and couldn't say shit. Soon he said, "I was praying! My friend is in here, she is pregnant!"

I began to scream victoriously and triumphantly, I was just too weak, that's why they hadn't heard me. I had no more fight. I was finally freed and now I had to go to the ER. They hospitalized me for the Grand Mal I had when they put me in the ambulance. I was informed the next day I suffered from Vanishing twin syndrome, the remaining would absorb the other. I experienced the deepest case of depression, I had been to hell and back. Twan hadn't come. Of course he hadn't cared no more, it had been almost a month. I couldn't even remember his phone number when they said I was discharged. I had no one, Trent had forgot about me he hadn't even shown up. I voluntarily went back, after heading toward the bridge, I saw Ryella's face. They started me back on the meds and admitted me on the 10th floor in the psych ward. My belly grew and grew and grew. And grew until at 7 months my water broke. They delivered one, then another, there had been three.