Karma **** Chapter Seventy-One

I saw anger all across Troy's face but didn't understand how he could be so upset, he had a vile temper however he spake gentle. He wasn't yelling but was demanding me to get out of the car. I was so afraid I rolled the window up after he tried to open my door, it was locked. I picked up the phone to call Trent. " I wouldn't call that nigga if I were u."

He couldn't tell me not to call my husband, fuck him and I was so mad he could be so stupid at that point, I regretted ever fucking with him. His teeth were shining through the window and I instantly remembered my dream, it was almost like deja vu. I just wanted to leave him on good terms and decided not to call Trenton if he would just leave me alone. "If he knows I saw u, I have to kill u so I wouldn't call him, get out of the car, lets go."

He wasn't making any sense, he would have to kill me? I was afraid to believe him or call my husband now, but was adamant I wasn't falling for his bullshit. I wanted him to stand in front of my car so I could run his ass over, he just didn't know I was on the verge of losing it. He had lied to me and I had lost respect for him, how could he not know that! He just stood and leaned against the car staring inside warning me to get out as cars flew by us on the interstate. I could see a State Trooper nearing in the rearview and hoped he would stop to see if I needed help, I became hopeful but he moved over to the middle lane and sped up.

I was discouraged then at that point and Troy looked like he had all day to stand there. I decided to put the car in drive as I ignored what he was saying, that's when he stepped back, pulled out his gun and shot the back tire.

"Now, u cant leave. Next I'll shoot the windshield out and get inside. I prayed a passer byer had seen what just happened and dialed 911, that nigga was crazy! He was even talking crazy, he wasn't the passionate nigga I met! What the fuck was wrong with him? My hands were shaking as I held my phone trying to discreetly push send on Kerri's number. I hadn't wanted to involve my sister in anymore of my shit but I needed her. I said fuck it and decided to get out the car, he was serious about shooting the windshield, he was walking toward the front of the car. Why was he angry? He couldn't have possibly known about the baby, had he?

Nervously I unlocked the door, he opened it and grabbed me by the arm. I reached for my handbag he snatched it. "Where's your gun?" he looked inside of it and mumbled, before telling me to get the fuck out. "If u run, I will catch u so don't try to."

His car was a few feet behind mine, he took my keys and armed the Chrysler before making me get inside of the Charger. I considered all means for survival and decided I would jump out if I had to. The kush smoke had greeted me, I knew he was smoking when I had finally pulled over I could smell it through the crack in the window. He reached inside of an ashtray, grabbed the unlit blunt and handed it to me. I refused it, "I don't smoke anymore." I needed a clear head, I didn't want to die high and that fool was not playing. I had done nothing to him but found out he wasn't solid, had that offended him? Why did people get angry when u figure out they aint shit, was all I could wonder! I had no hard feelings but I knew he wasn't shit like the rest. "What do u want from me?" I asked teary eyed trying to hide my fear. He pushed my wet hair from my face, and rubbed my scar with his thumb. I lost it! "Don't touch me!"

"U in my car now," he said. He had taken the next exit and went the opposite direction on the interstate back toward Shreveport, while my car sat on the side of the road. I was so afraid for my life which was cliche'. I noticed he wasn't hostile, but had to be mad.

"Why haven't u called, and who the fuck did u come to see?"

I ignored him, he smirked. "Ion give a fuck about no attitude, do something."

I just wanted to go home, I prayed I would see my children and husband again. I kept refusing his weed, and didn't say shit. I was angry and had begun plotting on him, he'd crossed the line. I'd been fucking abducted, I knew not to ever trust him! We rode for about 20 minutes and exited on Pines Rd with the child lock on. I had never been in that area and tried to pay attention to the street signs but had failed to remember them. He soon turned into a driveway and let up the garage.

I was not prepared for what I saw. There was a gray Audi A8, identical to the one Christy's shooter had been in. I tried to hide my fear but I was scared to death and knew I may not make it from that home. I was smart though and would not go out without a fight.

He lowered the garage, "Get out."

After I ignored his command, he leaned over and bit my face. I screamed in agony, "Well get out!"

The tears were streaming down my face, and he was threatening to come to the passenger side to remove me from the car. I decided to get out and get it over with. I knew who he was and what he would do. Trenton was tied into some shit I never saw coming. Who was he?!

I opened the passenger door and walked between the Audi and Charger as if it would bite me too. I wanted to ask him was it his but decided against it. He grabbed my handbag, I asked for it he laughed. I was so grief stricken and hadn't had a blackout in so long but felt one coming on, I wondered if I would even make it. I knew God had completely left me at that moment.

He unlocked the door to the home and held it open for me to go inside. After refusing to go in, with hostility, he put my handbag on the Charger and picked me up while I fought him, I slapped and punched, I fell to the floor and he laid on top of me. I finally got tired the tears were coming so fast, but I was realizing he wasn't trying to harm me! "Im getting up, if u fight me again I will shoot u."

I was wrong.

He stood up and closed the door holding his pants, I yet laid on the floor waiting for a seizure or something! "Get up," he said taking the clip from the gun and laying it on the table. He watched me look at it, walked to the water fountain and filled up a Dallas Cowboys cup.

"Fucking loser!" I screamed. He spit out the water trying to supress his laugh. It wasn't funny, I wanted him to take me back to my car! My phone was still inside! I was yet on the floor, he sat the cup down and aggressively headed my way again, I quickly crawled to my knees to get up.

"What do u want from me?" I asked through the tears again.

He ignored the question. "I have a husband and a family, he will look for me muthafucka!"

"That's not necessary, I'll take u to him in a bag if that's what u want. Come on."

He was trying to lead me to a room. I did not want to die, I had changed my damn mind. I refused. "Ill just carry u in then. I'm tired, I waited for u all night, I just want to sleep and u are tired too."

WHAT? This muthafucka kidnapped me to take a nap? He needed killing in his sleep! He had me fucked up, he had some explaining to do! How the fuck did he know I was there!

"U cant just go to sleep!" I yelled, "And where is your bitch!"

"Damn u nosey."

I was so angry, he would fight me, I would make sure of it. He wanted to see crazy. He was taking off his watch and shoes and had removed the jeans and Tshirt and pulled back the covers to get inside of the King Sized. "Lay down, I'm not playing. Im tired."

"U wont kill me in my sleep, bastard!"

"I didn't have to kill u here, I could have killed u when I was supposed to. Take a nap I'll wake u up when it's time to leave, if u still want to."

"How did u find me?"

"T put me up on game."

"Why did u lie to me? I fucking respected u!"

"U still do, if u didn't I couldn't have got u inside. Don't question me."

"U just fucking pop up, u lie about your name, and u don't pull out! I hate u! U could have gotten me killed!"

"He don't do his own dirty work, and Im not gone kill ya for him."

I jumped up from where I sat on the side of the bed and ran for the door, HE WAS A HITMAN? I hoped I was wrong, but I knew that had been the car! OH MY GOD! As I ran, he sat up on the side of the bed and mumbled about how tired he was because of me and I still wouldn't let him sleep. I heard his footsteps coming behind me fast but he wasn't trying to stop me. I knew not to run to the door I came in, I couldn't get out of the garage so I spotted the front door and ran for it. When I reached it I fumbled for the lock and noticed I needed a key to get out. In fear I turned around and ran into Troy. I screamed.

"Girl, get ya silly ass back in the room, u need the key to get out."

He picked me up while I fought, again. I was so tired and this time when we got inside he laid me on the bed and stripped off my clothes. "Who were u with last night? WHO U FUCK?"

WHAT?

"I don't owe u no explanation! FUCK U!"

"Yea, that's what u think, it aint that easy. U owe me. Lay down."

"I want my children! I need to go home. Please just let me go! I can't take no more."

I was so distraught and I could no longer fight. He just didn't understand how he was contributing to my fragile state of mind. I was confused and I had made a mistake by fucking with him! I had let his charm mesmerize me and I was sorry! I was wrong for cheating, I was just so confused!

"Where's Christy! U know her!"

Fuck it, I missed my bitch!

"Karma."

"Yes, Karma!"

"Do u know what karma means, if u did u wouldn't be asking. That bitch got erased, do u need to know more. They are still looking for the rest---"

I think my mind drifted to a place of panic and alarm, I became totally numb as he spoke. If I could have killed that nigga while he unfastened my bra, I would have unremorsefully.

"---never find the rest of that bitch in the swamp. I can't believe my stepdaddy married that---"

I couldn't believe what he was saying, if that was Christy's head, had he killed her? We had passed the crime scene right before we---!

I laid the fuck down. He got in bed and as I laid with my back to him I could feel his breath against my neck. His sheets smelled like Polo and he was so peculiar I hadn't wanted to know nothing else about the nigga. I wanted his bitch to walk in.

Soon he moved closer to me and put his arm around my waist, his solid body mimicked his demeanor. What the fuck had I gotten myself into? I missed my husband so much and as if he could read my mind he kissed my neck and said, "U can call T from my phone if u want to."

I felt his hand when he touched my belly, I flinched. I just couldn't stop the tears.

"I'll never pull out, so don't ask again. She can't even have my kids."

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