Hostage **** Chapter Seventy-Two

I laid awake for hours while Troy slept like he didn't have a care in the world, and I was having trouble believing what he had said, I hadn't even wanted to believe him. After I found myself accidentally falling asleep I woke up mad because he was up already pacing the floor and watching me sleep. I opened my eyes in terror, he had on no shirt and was smoking as usual scrolling his phone. It had vibrated several times, I remembered. I was ready to get to my children, I knew I had to leave Trenton, but hadn't known where we would go. For some reason I felt Florida was no longer an option. I sat up and before I could place my feet on the floor he said, "I knew u were tired."

Yep. I was so tired of his sarcastic ass and didn't trust him, hell I trusted no one. All I knew was if a nigga would lie about their name they would lie about anything.

I looked at that chocolate ass nigga and didn't respond and I knew he could tell I was ready to go.

"Let's go eat," he said before trying to give me the blunt.

"Im sure your bitch wouldn't approve of that, I just want to go home."

"U can't u have a flat."

"I can change a tire!" I lied, he laughed. "I wouldn't let u change one."

I had no time for the small talk, I missed my babies so much and I was sorry all the way around, for everything. "U ready to shower?" he asked.

"I'M READY TO LEAVE!"

It was almost 5:00 and the whole day was gone, I needed to call my husband and wanted my phone. I was so pissed off at him, I was fuming, he couldn't just hold me hostage! I decided to take him up on the food offer, I would beg someone to help me and tell them Im being held hostage. I wouldn't even know which name to give the police but would try again to remember the address when we left.

"What u do to make that nigga mad?" he asked, I assumed he was talking about Trent and ignored him. "That nigga love u enough to kill u."

No such shit, my heart was pounding as I sat on his bed in only my panties. I saw my clothes nowhere. He didn't know what he was talking about I continued to ignore him as he talked and felt myself getting sick, I needed to eat. He continued to smoke while looking at clothes in the closet. "U need to smoke so u can relax, if I wanted to do something to u I would have already."

"U DID!" I screamed. I was so aggravated and he just didn't get it! I wasn't fucking friendly, I wanted to fight! His nonchalant attitude only fueled my rage. I plotted to kill him, my mind was made up. I felt that was the only way I would get away. I cried and begged, "please let me go, I won't say a word," he laughed, "U ready to shower?"

I rubbed my cheek where he had bit me and it was sore to the touch, he was abusive.

He removed towels from the closet, walked in the adjacent bathroom and turned on the shower. "Come on," he said.

"I showered already," that pissed him off. "With who?"

"Damn u are nosey too."

I looked at him and could tell that was the wrong answer. I tensed when he walked toward me, I hadn't known if he would react on what I said or not.

"U better be careful who u fuck with, I'm trying to keep your biggity ass safe and u don't even get it, get the fuck out of my bed."

His tone had now changed, I saw he was mad. He looked angrier than he had beside my car. I got up, he watched as I stood and hid my body. While looking at him and wondering about Christy the thought occurred, had I led Christy to him? Why had he pretended to not know who she was? Had Trent told him I knew her? "Your wife can come too, but I prefer u."

Had I gotten her killed? If he did Trent's dirty work he had also killed Redd! What the fuck!

I looked around the room for a weapon, there were no vases, or lamps, no whatnots etc. The home was extremely nice but had no woman's touch and his clown ass had to live there. I watched Troy's chiseled frame as he prepared to take a shower. He walked in the bathroom and stood in the doorway waiting for me. I didn't move. He closed the door. As I proceeded to sat back down the door opened and he ran out and picked me up as I fought, "U won't win," he said before carrying me into the steamy bathroom. He stood me in the slick bathtub and I almost fell, grabbing onto the shower curtain that came tumbling down. "Damn, u clumsy," he said. Water was going everywhere. After hanging it again he climbed in where I stood under the shower head. I was so dizzy, and he made me weak. He touched his bite mark, "U know u can't let him see that." His gold teeth had fucked me up but I didn't care! I wanted to go home to my walk in shower! I hadn't seen a shower curtain in so long! "Who u fuck last night," he asked again. Why was he so concerned?

"I'm not asking u about Terrica or nobody else u fucking! DONT ASK ME SHIT MAKIL!" He put his hand around my neck, "but u care though."

NO I DIDN'T CARE! "Why would I care, Im married! U can have her!"

He laughed and let me go before reaching for dial soap, I jumped like I would melt. What kinda bitch was she! Just as I wondered I heard someone moving inside the home, I became even more frightened! I wasn't worried about the bitch, but I felt uneasy all of a sudden. Troy/ Makil could tell I was scared, "That's Von." He said.

"Kill!" Von called out.

"I'll be out in a minute," he said.

"Bet."

Did he call that nigga Kill? Oh shit! Where had I heard the name Von I wondered while the dummy in the shower squeezed YSL body wash for men all over me! Trenton was going to bury me alive!

As that thought surfaced I had a fucked up feeling, buried alive. Troy washed me but focused on my nipples and held my ass cheeks, he could tell I wasn't feeling him but he started kissing on me anyways. I wanted to just go home! I knew my car was probably vandalized but I didn't give a fuck, Trenton and I had unfinished business.

"What did u see in Redd?"

WHAT? How the fuck did he know Redd!

"I can't answer that!" I yelled at him.

My hair was so wet and in my eyes. I was paranoid because I couldn't see him and was becoming dizzy. "I figured that. Is it true was that nigga gay?"

That nigga had me hemmed in the shower, I felt his dick on my belly. Soon he rinsed me and washed himself before pulling back the shower curtain for me to get out. He watched me saying, "Too bad u gotta dip."

Why would they always make me shower!

We walked inside of the bedroom, I wanted to know about the Von nigga, hadn't Christy fucked him? It was some twisted shit going on. He soon knocked, Troy had given me my dress and bra but no panties. I was happy to have the dress and bra, I was ready to go, fuck them drawers.

"I love the fact u wear dresses everyday, its sexy. I don't like hood bitches."

"Well Im a hood bitch."

He put on his boxers before saying, "U must wanna see me mad."

"I haven't already?"

I put my wet hair in a bun and asked for my Tory Burch sandals. He said nothing but slid on his jeans and wifebeater. He was so sexy but fuck him, besides I was married. I had made a major mistake. Why had he spared me? I wanted to know but was afraid to ask.

He chopped it up with Von for a second, "Damn Kill, that's ya lil piece of game?"

He didn't respond but mentioned a car was going to be outside.

We left out and got inside of the Charger. I looked at my ring, he threatened to throw it out the window. "Why did u fuck me?" I asked.

"U fucked me first, that mouth so deadly, or not" he said. I was so sick of that bastard I could taste his blood. He fired up a blunt and was not headed toward the direction my car was in. I had so many questions, I was still alive, I thanked God.

I just couldn't read Troy, how could he have me in his car and home but not be worried about his girl! Had the bitch called? She better not!

He drove to a Burger King drive thru and went back to the house. When we arrived I saw my car. I was in shock, and knew he had to have called roadside assistance. The back tire was flat, I wondered if he would change the tire since I had lied about knowing how to change one. He lowered the garage after we pulled back in, I waited for my handbag and keys. He just walked inside and held the door. Another nigga had joined Von inside, the smoke greeted us. We walked through the living room and to the room we had been in. "Take off your clothes he said before turning on the flat screen mounted on the wall.

"Why are u holding me hostage!? I screamed. "Hold it down," he said before handing me a Burger King bag. I threw it against the wall, he threw his too and charged at me like a bull! I could not even react in time, he slammed me to the floor and held my mouth while I kicked and screamed. He was speaking at a low tone and I didn't give a fuck about what he was saying, I just wanted to leave! I could feed myself! I was kicking and crying, and apparently my eyes were rolling back in my head, "Oh shit," was the last thing I heard him say before I blacked out. When I woke up I was in his bed and he was saying, "This is Terrica, she is a nurse." I was so weak, my arms were limp. She had a blood pressure cuff on my right arm while I laid in his bed. "Who is this Makil! She was asking teary eyed."

"Don't worry about it, just help her!"

"Fuck her, I'm leaving!" she said.

She stormed out, he followed her. I looked around the room for my car keys and after not finding them since I could hear them in the garage I grabbed my handbag from the closet shelf, raised the bedroom window and tried to climb out. I was so weak I fell backwards knocking over a night stand. The two niggas who were in the doorway when Terrica showed up had run back inside where I was, "Damn Ma, u alright? The Von nigga asked. "Im bout to go get Kill."

I got up so fast and said I was fine, but he decided to sit in the recliner after he figured out I was trying to escape. I could hear Troy's girl outside, she was mad as hell for whatever reason, she could have her damn man, I'm married bitch! I felt a bruise on my neck from the fall and my face was so sore from his bite. She demanded to know who I was! He was so nonchalant about me being there I knew she was angry as fuck. I had been through it before with angry bitches and I hadn't even wanted to be a part of what they had going on. I heard the kitchen door close that led to the garage and he finally came back inside and she left flying like a bat out of hell. He walked in the room calm but looked upset to see Von sitting inside. "She almost broke her neck trying to get out of the window Kill."

My feet were numb and I had gotten up too fast, Troy only looked at me and grinned before reaching for my handbag I had on the other side of the bed. When Von left out he asked,"Why the fuck do u have 20 bands in that bag, are u crazy?! Nevermind don't answer that."

He had counted my money? What the fuck!

Fuck that! "Why did u call her?! U think I wanna look at your bitch!"

"U mad?"

I hated him.

I held my new bruise, he told me to take off my clothes again or he would. Why did he send for my car if he wasn't letting me go home! I was so angry but knew not to try to fight him again. "Did u have a seizure?" He asked.

Not exactly muthafucka.

"I wanna go home," I said.

"Yea, but u will be back, U know where I am."

Sounded promising, I swore to never come back! I didn't trust or believe him! HE HAD LIED ABOUT HIS NAME!

"Why did u tell me your name was Troy! U lied!"

He laughed. I can't benefit from lying to u, U wanna call me Kill like everybody else?

He sounded like he was getting pissed again and he said "Lay down," so aggressive this time I knew not to play with that nigga. He had picked up the burger that had flown out of his bag and threw it in the trash can before ordering pizza. He lit another blunt while waiting. "Smoke this, u will feel better." It was as if he had demanded me to, this time. I hesitated before grabbing it, hit it once and gave it back. He smiled, "Why u so stubborn?"

FUCK U.

It was somewhat relaxing, I didn't want to relax! When he passed it back I refused it again, but he took a drag and pressed his mouth to mine before releasing the smoke. I choked for seven whole minutes. He would kill me yet.

He could tell I was high, "U should have just smoked at first," he said. I was in a daze but paranoid and hungry as fuck, the pizza came, I lost all etiquette and was still hungry.

It was dark outside when I realized it and I yet planned my escape but I knew I would be on foot.

He began to speak casually like I really wanted to converse, he had kidnapped me! How cordial was I supposed to fucking be?! I laid with my back to him, I didn't want his weed or entertainment, I wanted my babies! I had lost my daughter, I wanted to grieve her! Mommy was so sorry!

As if he could read my thoughts he just started kissing my shoulder saying he was sorry, I guess he had stopped long enough to realize I was hurting for real. He even said," I thought u were tough." He would see tough soon, I refused to die in that home. Surely he would kill me, what explanation had he given his girl?! "Oh, she just a job!"

I felt him kissing my shoulder, stiffly I laid there. After no reaction he moved closer as if it was his cue. I moved closer to the edge of the bed but he grabbed me by my throat and bit my neck as hard as he bit my face. I jumped up, he did too. "Well fight then!" he kept saying!

"I'm not a fighter, I'm a killer," I yelled!

"U told me, but show me!"

He was up on his knees on the edge of the bed, I ran toward him, he bearhugged me and slung me back on the bed. I still had some fight, I swung at him, "U will lose like that," he said. "Your victims were pussies."

I swung at his ass again, this time connecting with his jaw. He rubbed it as I stood scared shitless and leaped at me as I fell back on the floor. I had fucked up. I screamed and he laid on me. He covered my mouth, my eyes were shut tight, I felt my tears rolling past my ears to the floor.

"Stop crying," he said. "Killers don't cry."

He started kissing my cheek where his teeth marks were and my neck. He was trying to lay between my legs still in his boxers, I felt his hard dick against me, this shit was turning him on? He was groping my titties and breathing hard, soon he started licking my nipples. His weight was unbearable. He was trying to enter me, I fought. He had already said he wasn't pulling out! I had been to hell and back because of him and I refused to be any nigga's side bitch! I wasn't even supposed to be fucking yet! He was so aroused from me resisting him I wondered if he was a rapist. "Why won't u let me have it?" he asked getting agitated.

"Because I had a miscarriage! That's why! Because u won't pull out!"

"When were u going to tell me though?"

"FUCK U!"

He just didn't know how much I had endured, if he did and he cared he wouldn't have been trying to add to it. He looked at me for a moment and started back kissing me, grinding me without penetration. He lowered his head, kissed my belly but kept going with his hot ass tongue. Right when he knew I would cum he stopped, and told me to get in bed. Extremely weak now, I got up and laid down, but he pulled me on top of him with my legs open. He stroked his dick against me and when he came he entered me with his finger in my ass, I came too.

WHAT THE FUCK!

I slapped him, he held my arms straight jacket style, the gesture only made me madder. I jumped up to run to the shower, he grabbed my ankle to prevent me from getting out of bed. He played too many games! What the fuck did he want from me! I just kept asking.

He did not let me go until I was asleep. When I woke up, he was nowhere in sight. I sat up in the bed thinking he would come in the room, it was so quiet. I looked around and saw my keys and handbag, clothes and shoes. I got up and quickly got dressed. I knew I could not drive away but decided to drive as far as I could, it was 2 a.m and no tire shops were open. A chilling thought came over me, I had expected all of my money to be gone but to my surprise, I still had every cent. I put on my dress to find the living room empty. I opened the kitchen door to the garage and saw the Charger gone as well as the Audi, the garage door was now up. My car was still parked on the grass and had a new tire. He was gone! Why had he left me? Was he with his bitch? I was pissed the fuck off! I wanted to kill him, why had he left me! I ran back inside to get my shit, closed the door and got in my car. Trenton had called 47 times, and texted 15. Also I had a text on the app from Troy, it was sent after he left, Close the garage and go out the front door, the key is in the mailbox, put it back inside. TTYL.

Trenton's last message had read, "Hazel, I hope u are not dead."