Backdoored **** Chapter Fifty-One

I remember seeing Trent one time after the delivery, he had left the hospital and did not come back, I stayed 8 days. The congenital deformity Dr. Farooqi was concerned about was Symbrachydactyly, it resulted in TJ2 being born with Webbed Feet and an extra digit on each hand. Our medical history had been thoroughly combed through, my doctor said it had not been inherited but was linked to other genetic syndromes. He had red fuzz all over his body and was mean as hell, he screamed at me! He had suffered from fetal alcohol syndrome and when he blinked it looked like he rolled his eyes. I didn't know if Trent had left and not come back because he looked like Redd to him, or because I had fucked him up. He just left me. I called him and he would talk to me but would not inquire about the baby at all! I was so sick when he was born, and the medication had ended up being the cause of his condition, they said he would be retarded. The eye rolling was a sign of moderate retardation. I would beat the retardation out of him! He would NOT be retarded in Jesus' name!

They removed the extra fingers, otherwise he would have been a freak of nature. I had been described Sertraline and Paroxetine, GlaxoSmithKline eventually settled hundreds of birth defect lawsuits totaling 1.4 billion and we were compensated but it did not equal up to the trauma my baby and I sustained from Trent's nonchalant attitude when it came to his only child. After the test results he felt like a damn fool months later. My baby got paid, but when he first came home he was smart and nosier than Twalla. He would just watch me and roll his eyes. "Cry nigga! Do something besides look at me! Im sorry ok!"

Because I knew Trent had not come back to the hospital, and I could smell Prada Candy, Christy's favorite perfume, I decided to ask if she had been back. He never mentioned it during the conversations, and I knew that bitch like the back of my hand. "Yea she came by," he said before going to his weight bench.

I had just called Carmella to bring my other children home, but she had taken them to the trampoline park. Ryella returned with scarlet fever, the others came home two days later, she didn't. For some reason I felt she needed to be at home, but dismissed the thought of something happening to her. I knew Carmella loved my daughter. I would not allow him to tell me she had come back against my wishes, and walk away from me. I had just gave birth to his son! I'd given him my heart and a son! I had wanted to give him a son! He was hurt and confused and if he had fucked Christy I was going to kill them both! I could never heal from anything, I wondered why I was so disappointment prone and subjected to be emotionally abused! I loved Trent more than any man ever, and he loved me too. When I started packing my shit indiscreetly I still had staples. He grabbed me and asked "WHAT THE FUCK ARE U DOING?!!!" He frightened me, I had never saw him that upset, was it guilt? Like I said I knew Christy! I needed to know what had happened and was sure she had made him fuck her. It was obvious what I was doing, my child and I were leaving, he would not treat him they way he had. He ignored his son! "DID U FUCK HER?" He laughed. "She only took off her clothes, it didn't do anything for me." I did NOT believe him! How had she undressed in my home! That was so disrespectful! "Oh, she left u something," he said pointing at the kitchen drawer. After pounding him in his back screaming, and telling him he was lying I walked to the drawer and pulled out the phone Lamont had taken from me when he held me hostage. It was somewhat melted, but it was mine. What had she told him?! My baby's faint cry sounded down the hall, I knew I had to stay composed to tend to him he needed me, I loved my baby regardless. "Webbie sound like he in there struggling," Trent said. That son of a bitch had one more petty ass joke, I would maliciously hurt him.

I could not believe that Karma Creighton bitch!

When I came out of the pharmacy one evening getting an ear infection prescription Trent was talking to the guy we'd seen at the boardwalk, I didn't know why I recognized that stocky ass nigga. He just sounded so familiar to me, this time the notion was stronger and Trent looked mad. He spoke to me, I returned the greeting. He smiled showing his deep dimples, he was a handsome ass nigga, I had to admit, I just knew not to look at him too long. "U were sexy while u were pregnant, but u something serious now. U look like u did back in the day." He smiled again bit his lip, and rubbed his crotch. "I bet u cant wait to get back in that ass Breakdance, later nigga."

It was like Trent stood and analyzed his surroundings, I saw tension in his forearms and knew he was about to hit Dude, before I could say anything he had grabbed that nigga in a choke hold, and was trying to wrestle him to the ground. They tussled. After he let the nigga go, he stood and fixed his Polo and said, "U was not suppose to fall in love with the bitch, but I knew yo weak ass would. U couldn't even do ya job for looking at that hoe. That pussy was fat." When he walked toward the passenger side of the car I knew he was going in the glove compartment for that F & N he carried. I began to try to redirect him to the driver side but something in him had clicked. I could not control him and he was so angry he looked like someone else. "Your son Trent!" I said while he reached in the car. He looked in the backseat and TJ2 was looking at him, he said "Damn, he looks like Grandad, red hair and all. He's gonna love apples."

The stupid ass nigga he had the altercation with stood beside a black Dodge Ram with his hands up saying, "What Nigga! Weak ass!"

Trent just looked at me, I grabbed his face and said, "I know u are not weak or a coward." Fuck that cut throat ass nigga, I had known he wanted to fuck when it was all said and done.

We talked but I still had plans for Christy, and he was adamant he would never fuck the bitch. She had crossed the line, and felt comfortable doing it. I was gone remove her from that comfort zone. We went home and I just wanted his attention, I called Mya and she agreed to watch the 4 toddlers. We sat on the patio for a while quietly, neither one of us knew where to begin so I asked him had he been totally honest with me, he said no but would not elaborate. I felt he had fucked Christy, but he was referring to something else I later found out. "I'm going to bed. My son is crying."

He had a dark, shady past but was so conservative I would have never guessed.

I would wait a few more weeks and would call that Christy bitch. I wanted to know if he had that bitch's number so I went online to the detailed call log. Her number was nowhere on it, but the whole time I was in the hospital he had called a couple of strange numbers, I called them back one was to the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Another to a number that didn't work but had called him more than a few times. The FBI call had lasted 1 hour and 15 minutes. Who the fuck was he snitching on? Was it me? Oh shit!!!! I panicked, they were trying to set me up! The phone, he had fucked her, I knew it. He didn't want us anymore! He had played me, Oh God, I had to leave right then, I could not go back to that place! I was as scared of jail as a possum was of an axe handle! The person I had trusted the most was shady, I would leave him for sure. I threw the ring, I had been betrayed. My newborn watched me, and rolled his gray eyes. I got mad, nigga u will not be retarded! I needed to think, where would we go, Trent was my life! I could hear his footsteps and wondered what his sneaky ass was doing. Soon my phone rang, he said "U are not taking my son. Go to bed."

I was so tired of playing cat and mouse with him, I just wanted to be his wife but was leaning toward my old ways. I tasted the revenge I had waiting for Christy. I could not go out like that! All I knew was to get even now. Maybe I couldn't control aggressiveness. I woke up and Trent stood over me, he had been smoking and was naked holding a picture. The back had said LaDonna, he said " I was the last to see her. I visit her grave sometimes." Ok, but why was he naked? He turned around and left out.

The suspense was killing me to call Christy, when I finally decided to, it was as if she knew it was me when she answered, I wondered how.

"Trent let u call me!? Shut up!"

Girl fuck u...

He told her his name?

"What's good Haze, Ill give u what u need Babe, come through."

"Where?" I asked.

"I'll text u my address, I got somebody for u to meet, he gone love yo thick ass."

"How u know Trent?" I asked, I didn't give a damn about what she was saying.

"Trent? Girl, he lived around the corner from us. I would see him on his way to work. I swear I didn't know he was married to Carlita! I wasn't trying to go behind that bitch twice."

Carlita?

I told her I would come through but didn't feel she would be alone so I didn't go. Trisexual bitch. She was a calculating ass female and I could not let my guards down. I had too many babies to love now and that evil unfruitful bitch was deep down envious. Trent would not talk about his wife, only she had left him. I wanted to bury myself. That didn't set well with me at all. There were too many secrets in my household and I didn't know my husband the way I thought I did! I was in deep shit and was trying to piece together what happened with Tobias, Twan, Trent and Carlita. Some shit wasn't being told. I had too many children to be caught in a crossfire.

I felt like rebound. Trent had a lot of explaining to do! I stood over him yelling, he was asleep, he needed to get the fuck up! I had begun to pull out my hair and I was in a frenzy, I shook him viciously! What kind of games had he played with me? They were just juggling women so quite naturally Christy felt she could fuck Trent!

"What's wrong?" Trent asked as he knew I had found out something.

I just stood crying, my speech was trapped inside of my throat.

"Sit down," he said.

I could not, I wanted him to get straight to the point. "U were married to Tobias' wife" I asked?

"Calm down," he said.

His reaction told me it wasn't a lie. "I wanted to tell u so bad but I knew u would leave. She left me for my brother. I had completely cut her off. I came home from Virginia and they were in bed, he had been living in my home."

I just walked away from the room, I fell against the wall in the hall and bawled. My phone soon rang, it was Carmella my daughter had broken her leg.