Ties**** Chapter Fifty-Two

One evening as I combed Ryella's hair Trent said, "Good! They finally got her, let the games begin."

He played a lot of video games so I didn't ask "who," hell that was one word I wanted to completely eliminate around that nigga. It was a guessing game like with my babies and their shitty pampers, I was not going to play "dookie who" with that man. So I remained quiet. TJ2 fell in love with his Daddy, and I believe the stress in his eyes was because he couldn't speak. When he cooed at him he could control them. His feet were another story, I caught Ryella trying to separate his toes and I was about to break her other leg. I asked her why would she be just pulling on his damn toes like that! God wanted him that way! She said he must didn't want him to ever wear flip-flops. His first three toes hadn't fully separated. I had all those babies, and I was so happy I hadn't aborted TJ2, he was literally a special baby. Trent soon began to blame himself for his condition saying he should have never left the paperwork and he was selfish to send me. He became attached to him and wanted another one. When he was 2 1/2 months Trent said he had to leave for the weekend, of course for his Job. He told me to call the babysitter, and just relax he would see me Sunday night. I did as instructed and I was so bored, I worried about my baby because I had never let him go home with anyone and Ryella had already broken her leg so I was protective of them. I decided I was tripping. The past couple of months had been a time of reckoning my emotions and I needed to chill... but not alone. I called Christy, she mentioned going to KoKo Pelis, a club in Shreveport. I knew Trent would talk shit if he knew so I said no. He had explained to me that years back when he was still married Christy had come to his home and tried to seduce him, she had taken off her clothes and left embarrassed. "U have to believe me Haze, I did not fuck her. Anyone could, don't u agree?"

I knew she could not pick me up even if I had wanted to go...but I didn't. Maybe I could just find out where she lives, I thought, but decided against that urge as well. I flipped through the channels while laying in bed until the remote batteries were too weak to operate and hadn't known where the spares were. I decided to go into the guest bedroom but the light had blown out high in the ceiling. Fuck it. I called Christy to let her know I was on my way in an hour. "It's a fashion show, heads up." I knew how she got down and I also knew the dress I would wear would get my ass chewed out. I tried on the stilettos and dress, hoping my feet were back to normal size. I drove to Christy's place 30 minutes away, and hopped in the black 2017 S550 she drove. Fuck she smelled good but I was on a mission. When I sat inside, I was more cooperative than I expected, I realized we had had a connection once upon a time. She had a lot of information and I wanted it all. "Bitch, u about to make me pull over," she said rubbing her hand between my thighs. "I see u got on white so I know u good."

We parked and after walking across the graveled parking lot I spotted a line with a hundred anxious people waiting to get inside. I should have known she would pay to skip the line, we were two crippled bitches. The atmosphere instantly had become erotic upon entering. We approached the bar and she asked a big pretty light skinned chic for two bottles of Moet, and proceeded through the humongous crowd to the center of the dancefloor and sat on the strobe light pole, but holding my hand. "Don't want u to get lost." The kush was so loud, and without any hesitation she pulled out some Purp and twisted up. It was so many niggas and one in particular kept catching my eye because he watched the fuck out of me. When I leaned over and mentioned it to Christy after the third blunt she grabbed my head and put her tongue in my mouth. Fuck. She played to much. After the kiss I looked across the dancefloor at the nigga and I could see every gold tooth he had across the top and bottom. I began to sweat, the smoke was burning my eyes, it wasn't a nigga or bitch in our section that didn't have a blunt. Bay Bay was on point with the songs, and when he slowed it down Christy told me to get up and go upstairs to the third floor to take photos. It hadn't looked promising, I was fucked up and watching her tongue. She was the only bitch I knew that still had a tongue ring. "I know u ain't satisfied, Trent police ass is a square."

I maintained my balance the best I could and followed that bitch wondering why I had really come. I didn't have on panties, and I wanted to ride Christy's face. I looked at it as punishment. At some point the next morning I returned home with 43 missed calls on my phone. I had taken an X pill and my sex drive was high. I was yet fucked up. I walked in to my phone ringing, my heightened voice told him I was fucked up. "Hey Baby! I miss u!"

He hesitated before asking why the fuck I was so happy. I heard his speaker come on and the background noises, he was looking at videos of the house. Oops. "When are u coming home? I miss u."

He would have come home the next day but without warning he came home that morning at 2 a.m. I had finally been able to go to sleep at ten, I had tried earlier but the pill had me. I still had on an armband and I'm sure I needed to shower. The last thing I remembered was closing my eyes in Christy's bed, she was saying she wanted to lay between my thighs. I sobered up enough to go home. I was so fucked up, but hadn't been able to go back to sleep, horny as fuck and my husband was now home.

That nigga was so mad. "U need to remember u are a married woman, Koko Pelis is for hoes."

Ok, but what that head do.

He would not touch me but yelled at me to go bathe and I still couldn't.

Christy would not stop calling me. All day Saturday and Sunday my phone chimed with her texts, I could not erase them fast enough. "I can taste u still," and whatnot.

I remembered the chocolate ass nigga from the club when I saw him again. He offered to pump my gas. I couldn't believe I was seeing him, I was sort of mesmerized and knew if I would have met him before I got married I would have fucked him blind. He licked his lips while taking the pump nozzle from my hand. I knew how far to go though and would not give him my number. I recognized the Polo Red he wore and looked his shoes. Dope Boy was all over his swag. I told him I was married, he said, "I saw."

I watched him as he walked away to the Orange Camaro.

The treatment Trent rendered became unbearable. He was really angry like he had known what I had done, I thought eating wasn't cheating, hell. I soon realized I had only thought I was missing out on something but saw I had the life other bitches wanted and decided to cut my ties completely with Christy. It was hard, she gave me a feeling Trent couldn't. When he decided to be intimate with me again of course it was punishment. I had just stepped out of the shower, I heard the cartoons coming from the bedroom loud as hell! As I opened the door he grabbed me by my neck and pushed me back inside slamming me against the shower wall. I could feel his dick upright against my wet body but he was biting my neck hard and breathing like he had been running. "What is it u want from me?" he kept asking. "I can't read your mind Hazel. Touch me."

I grabbed his dick and squeezed it while his pulse vibrated in my hand. He turned me around facing the wall and I felt him when he slid inside forcefully, I screamed. He covered my mouth and pounded harder. I could feel him hitting a nerve in my shoulder. "U just don't know when to stop!" he said. He held me around my waist and thrusted me until he came but like a mad man. As he climaxed I fought because I wasn't too sure about another child. He left out and slammed the shower door so hard I thought it would break. I could only clinch my legs together, I ached, it was traumatic. I could not believe he had carelessly handled me like that, I walked of the shower not the same as I had went in. I looked at him with so much hurt that night, "How else can I relieve my frustration, shit its hard," he said. "It doesn't matter, there is never enough love for u, do u even love yourself?"

He walked away toward the weight bench. I went inside the bedroom and picked up his son from his crib. I loved his father so much. He was so secretive and I could never seem to figure him out. After he "relieved his frustration" he was a different man. It frightened me. He apologized and said I always have his head fucked up.

Christy continued to call and text. "I got someone I want u to meet," she said...again.

I deleted it and went on with my day as usual. There was something wrong with my sex drive, I wanted my husband on a daily basis, I could be watching TV and then the urge would suddenly come. I would proposition him and he would be busy or say later but go to bed disregarding my request.

When he left to go to the gym one day I decided to meet her for the last time at Starbucks. I told her we needed to chill, I loved my family. I wanted sex but changed my mind, she was mad as fuck. She didn't take the rejection well, I pushed her away as she tried to kiss me. I saw the anger on her face, "Bitch, u not better than nobody else, I remember when u didn't have shit. Don't be acting all brand new, don't forget they are still looking for who killed Lamont, U only did me a favor. Now, where was I..." She pushed up on me, I turned to get inside my car and she grabbed my arm, her grip said she wanted to fight. I snatched away, her nails clawed in my skin. I wanted to beat that bitch to death, wake her up and kill that bitch again. How would I explain those scratches to my husband? Disgusted I had even left home, I closed the car door and drove away.

I went home, paid Mya and changed my phone number. Trent had come home in a good mood, and I was pissed. He studied me, I looked as if I had had an altercation apparently. "U brought that bitch into our marriage, I didn't. U better handle her before I do."