Headed Out **** Chapter Fifty-Four

Trenton mentioned the niggas name from the pharmacy he had had the confrontation with, his name was Brown.

I had heard Twan on a call with Brown the night I gained his acquaintance and the whole scenario had me scared as hell, it didn't make sense. I was so confused, and when Trenton ordered me to go take my meds I pretended I had done so. I needed to be alert, besides the kids would tear down the home if I wasn't attentive and my baby boy had special needs. He had to understand. The marriage was going through a trial and I was finding out more and more about Trent, he professed his love everyday in his actions.

An officer arrived at the home one Saturday morning with the keys to the Charger, they had been found at the cemetery months before and had been on a list of items missing on the police report. They were described as having a silver Sagittarius keychain and some red casino dice on the ring. He delivered the dirty set to the Charger I had abandoned. Trenton's expression was peculiar when he saw them and took them from my hand to never be seen again, he thought. That nigga didn't miss shit, which was sometimes a good trait to have. U would have sworn Twalla was his child.

He was serious about Christy and she just didn't get it, I was trapped in a situation and as much as I tried to read Trent he was too unpredictable. I had blocked Christy and she hadn't been able to call or text but a message from a strange number had shown up and I knew it was her.

"This is important, I need to see u ASAP. No bullshit, I miss u but I can control myself, on some life or death shit."

Many thoughts surfaced, I hadn't known if I could trust her or not, I mean the message sounded as if she was serious, she wasn't fucked up about Lamont and she had a nigga in her life so I shouldn't have been a factor. I knew Lawrence was in town because Nakia sat on my sofa and he had left saying he was going to the Orchard, I assumed they were together. I was on the path to trying to getting to the core of the problems in our marriage as the therapist had ordered. The chess night episode had done us both in, he had come into the room eyes swollen and said, "U are too stubborn to even make sure I stay!" He had said he was leaving and I hadn't tried to stop him but I had never ran behind a nigga, not even Redd. I learned they always come back, I had their cures for temporary insanity. And as they had, he needed his cure. My pillow was so wet afterward, my emotions had the best of me but I got up unmoved. He had not been solid, I didn't know the man I married. He had been one of them and I was me. That only weakened my condition, how could I ever heal. I pondered whether he loved his son enough to not take his mother away and leaned toward my own better judgement, he wouldn't.

Christy had taught me alot about alternate personas and he was trained to create them. His history was puzzling, he had a mother and I soon found out he also had a father. Was Trenton really his name? All of those badges, several...all said Trenton but he had had numerous job descriptions. We would be out and his phone would ring sometimes, he would abandon everything and everybody to take the call. I would ask who it was, he would just say," I would never cheat on u." I believed him, he was pleased. We had problems but the bedroom wasn't one and I mentioned a threesum just to see where his head was at, he became angry. "U complete me, but sometimes I don't know if I'm going or coming."

Time had passed, Tobias had not come back so I felt more comfortable leaving home. Trent was so protective he would be upset if I left without an important destination, the salon was cool as long as I had an appointment. I felt imprisoned sometimes and he knew it. I decided to go to the yogurt shop, I suddenly had an urge to eat peach yogurt a few days before and still craved it. I had not seen the Camaro, or expected to see anyone I would recognize, especially not him.

I walked toward TCBY's entrance and I heard a horn, I did not turn around but kept walking across the vacant parking spaces. Suddenly he turned into a parking space in my path, and threw his car in park. The tinted window rolled down and all I could see was the sun shining against his eyelashes and smooth chocolate skin. The smoke billowed from the gap in the window but I could yet see that pretty ass nigga. My expression made him ask what was wrong. "The devil is busy."

"Where u headed, third time's a charm." I sarcastically nodded toward the yogurt shop. "Take my number, 104-3933."

I was only a couple miles away from home and knew I better keep walking. "Again, Im married."

My heart was beating fast, and my palms were sweating. I took a deep breath thinking to myself, "Trent would kill me."

"U smoke?" he asked as I continued to walk." Im sure your wife won't mind, she can smoke too. I just prefer u."

I didn't say anything but entered the yogurt shop. After my purchase I looked to see if the Camaro was gone from where it had parked, and it had. I let out a sigh of relief and left out. As I walked I spotted the nigga parked beside my car, but he had got out and was leaning against his own car. "How many carseats do u have inside?" He asked looking in my window. Nosey muthafucka. "I have 5 children," I said. "I've lost 3. Also I have a husband, not a wife."

"Damn, my bad."

As I walked past him to get into my car he reached for my waist, I resisted his contact but hadn't known if I blushed or not. He just smiled. "Where u going," he asked. "Let's ride. I know u smoke. I'll bring u back."

I contemplated, it was only a harmless recreational event, besides I didn't know what Trent did when he left home. It would only be an innocent blunt and I wanted to smoke. I was limited to two joints a week. I soon agreed to ride, but inquired where to before I got inside. "Nowhere special. I just wanna get to know u."

He moved the items he had on the seat and I got inside of the Camaro, I could tell he didn't have many passengers. He was so sexy. "What's your name?" I gave it to him, "Im Troy," he said. I didn't want to know his name, it was better that way. As he pulled off his top shirt his wife beater came up, and I saw his 6 pack and sunk down in my seat. Sweet Jesus.

I knew after the blunt I'd better demand that nigga to take me back. We climbed the I20 ramp after a few minutes and smoked. He pressed play on his phone and Bryson Tiller came from the surrounding speakers. "What u do everyday? Where do u work?" I told him I was unemployed. "U had on Chanel, stop it."

He was too nosey. He reached over, moved my hair from my face, saw my scar and rubbed his thumb across it. For some reason I didn't say anything but relaxed more. He studied it for a bit. He would smile occasionally and his gold teeth made me weak, he was the thug nigga I had dreamed of. Redd's cuteness soon played out. I noticed my dress was above my knees kind of high up my thigh so I adjusted it. It resulted in him asking if I was nervous. Perhaps I was. Even though I had relaxed my heart still raced and when I got high I became paranoid and nauseous. We rode and before I could say take me back he had lit another one and I saw the "Welcome to Shreveport" sign.

"Relax," he said. "I'm not no killer. Why have I never saw u at the club?"

"Koko Pelis is for hoes, I am a married woman."

He laughed. I became offended and he noticed.

"U sexy, I would have remembered u if u would have been before, that's all."

I accepted the compliment but knew I better get back to my car. My phone had rang inside my bag and I had disregarded it but knew it was my husband. We exited the freeway and he parked at a gas station to roll up, again. By then I was so high and knew Trent would know. I couldn't go back right then. Before he put the car in drive Troy said, "I know u are married but can I have a kiss."

I said nothing and wondered who the Mandigo nigga was everybody was talking about freeing, that nigga had some love in the city. I had seen it on a club flyer in his car. He leaned and kissed my lips playfully and said, "I'll take it." When I didn't resist him he watched for a moment to read my current demeanor and smiled again with the slugs. I knew I was fucking up. It wasn't that I couldn't trust him, I couldn't trust me. I could have rode that niggas dick right in the driver's seat, and he wanted me too.

I watched the flame light the tip of the blunt and his sexy ass inhale before passing it. I was so high, and I could still smell his cologne, a natural aphrodisiac when combined with kush. As I reached for it, my phone rang again. Then I heard text messages pouring in. "That nigga mad, I'll take u back. I don't want him to flip out, I bet he crazy."

I took offense to what he said and agreed it would be best to go back to my car. The voices were telling me he was at the yogurt shop. How would I explain Troy though if he was? I somewhat panicked. It was a harmless blunt, he shouldn't be upset, I thought.

He put the car in drive but immediately threw it back in park, removed his seatbelt, grabbed me by the head and kissed me. I felt his fingers in my hair as I pushed his chest, he had damn near come completely out of the driver's seat. He stuck his forefinger between my breast and just stared at me before sitting back down. I rubbed my hair to make sure it was laying down and as I was about to demand him again to take me to my car he put his hand underneath my dress and between my thighs. The euphoric rush that consumed me was frightening, his chemistry was commanding. His black ass knew what the fuck he was doing, "U are so shy," he said as I pulled down my dress and hoped he didn't have an erection. I sat quietly. I needed to go back and hadn't known him at all. I blamed myself for doing some dumb shit. My husband was too overprotective and he would kill Troy! "Take me back," I yelled for his sake. "U so thick," he said before putting the car back in drive. I was relieved to see the freeway. Christy had text and I asked to use his phone to respond. The message threads had begun again. I was so fucking horny, it was a crime! My nipples were protruding and I could tell he was turned on but had control. I made it to my car and drove home, to find Trent gone. He had called 4 times and Christy's messages and his calls had ceased around the same time. Nakia said he had been gone for a couple hours so I expected him to return. He didn't show up but stayed out all night. I called him and his phone said he was unable to accept calls, I wondered if he had went to the orchard, service was poor. I waited on his call but somewhat worried, my husband always called back.

The next evening he had come in with the same clothing he had on when I saw him the day before. I had called so many times and he said he had lost his phone. He stood before me with a look of evil across his brow. "Where were u! Where did u go? U came in high!"

I told him with a friend to smoke. I didn't lie---exactly. He walked into the bedroom and I heard the shower come on but wondered how he had lost his phone! He looked like he had fought, had he and Brown had another altercation? I wanted him to talk to me, but he just kept telling me from the shower how I do fucked up shit while I sat on the bed. He just stood underneath the shower head while the water washed his sins. Finally he told me to get undressed and get in, I had been waiting to make love to him but he had come in the way he had. I was now afraid.

When I opened the door the remainder of the rust colored water was exiting the drain. I gasped and looked at him, his chest was deeply scratched. Who had he fucked! He had cheated on me! I began to cry and beat him in the chest! He just held me, trying to restrain me. "I would never hurt u, Bae I love u---I love u too much. I can't control it, the thoughts are haunting..."

WHAT THOUGHTS!

For a couple days I was so hurt, I would not talk to him. Had he cheated? Why did he have the scratches?! That had to be some rough sex, was he that frustrated? Why can't I please him?!!! I wanted revenge, Christy had not texted me back and Lawrence looked like a sick puppy. I HATED THAT BITCH! I accepted the fact that she would never do right! Fuck her too!

When Lawrence and Trent went to the gym, I called Troy and met him at the yogurt shop. We rode along the freeway, he was happy I had called he came as quick as he could. We smoked and as we rode we saw a lot of police and a coroner's van in high weeds in a secluded area, there was tape and cadaver dogs skimming the premises. "Damn, somebody got knocked off, he said."

As if it turned me on I reached over and unzipped his pants and put his dick in my mouth. He swerved but relaxed. As he neared the next exit I felt the Camaro slow down. We parked at an old tire shop and he adjusted his seat. I climbed in his lap. "Damn, no panties this time, like at the club huh."

I put him inside and instantly came. I gripped his dick while I heard him trying to not moan. He reclined the seat all the way to the back and ripped my dress open. My knee was letting the windows down, unlocking and locking the doors but he felt so good. I know he wondered why I was so emotional. I lost control on top of him, it turned him on, he just stared at me in disbelief. I felt him about to cum and got up, he pulled me back on him and came against my belly. He was still hard and was rubbing my pussy from behind.

He took me back to my car, I felt accomplished. I went home Trent stood at the island. I walked to the shower and didn't say a word. I heard the TV blasting from the bedroom, I stepped out just in time, an african american woman's head had been found along I-20. She had been dead for days. They were still trying to locate the body.