Sour Apples **** Chapter Seventy-Seven

The morning Troy put on a suit, I almost swallowed my tongue, he was one sexy ass nigga. His walk was remarkable, but fuck that nigga. I refused to even let him believe he was superior to me and I really thought I had clout because I was married to Trenton.

He paid me no mind as I put on lip gloss but when I reached for the liquid eyeliner he threw a silent hissy fit. Again, fuck that nigga, I wondered where we were going. "I just need u to drive," he said. I felt privileged. Tuh.

I was ready to quit that nigga and we were not even together. Also I couldn't trust him, but had to play my role. I was getting tired of the same two outfits, I needed to get to the rest of my money and knew I would have to go to Metairie, I would get what I needed, kill Trenton and immediately leave. My feelings for him had subsided and I knew my daughters were with Pam, I was afraid to ask about my sons. I hadn't known where Troy was going but he looked like a mortician.

"Are we getting married?" I sarcastically asked. He ignored me.

I noticed when he would be gone a long time he would make me come along, he entered an address in his GPS and I drove in a direction close to downtown Shreveport. I saw the casinos. We pulled into a funeral home parking lot. "I'll be back," he said after telling me where to park. He greeted a crowd of people who embraced him in their own ways. I wondered who had died. I sat and waited.

I scrolled on my phone thinking I could get away, I could go back to his crib and get my shit, go back to my car and haul ass. But where would I go? I was confined to a room where a woman had died from an injection but I was still confused. If he killed Christy then who the fuck had Mya saw? I wanted to know. If he had seen Christy before it had to have been before he put me in the hospital. I adjusted the air conditioner, and decided to see what was going on on Facebook. When I did I saw a friend request from Janiquia Powell, I almost denied it but saw it was Nikki. I accepted it and called her on messenger. I had only recently created the account and was almost shocked to see she had looked me up.

"Which one of your stable sisters/cousins u beefing with today?"

She laughed, "What's uuuup! How u been?"

Seriously? I told her good, she wanted to video chat, I declined, "Girl my hair ain't combed," I said, " she requested again, I declined once more. I could not let her see me with my ass whooped, then she would think I was something soft. I considered putting her on, but she couldn't handle a luxurious lifestyle, she would fuck the butler. I needed a friend and she had actually proven herself loyal with the Davinda situation. I wanted desperately to move around away from Troy, he had a whole bitch somewhere anyways, and I wasn't fucked up about it.

I was baking Trenton a cake, he had fucked with the wrong bitch, I would now use everything he had taught me against him. I told the Nikki bitch I would get back with her, she had truly lifted my spirits and said Meek had asked about me several times, I was intrigued. Hell, I needed a runner. I sat in the parking lot and lit Troy's blunt, when he returned and opened the door the smoke emerged. He had gone to pay his respects, I refused to ask to who, he probably had cut off a bitch's head and showed up to view the rest of the body. I was so sick of him but couldn't resist his black ass. He really thought I would have his child.

I got out and moved to the passenger side while he removed his tie, he got inside and lit the remainder of the blunt inspecting its size before looking at me, I turned toward the window. We were not friends again and I just wanted him to know that. He would have let me drown! I had even squeezed his dick! "Hey nigga, Im alive---helloooo!" Dummy. I didn't like the way he looked at me at all! I wanted him to look at me like the stiff ass nigga I had seen across the dancefloor at the Hoe Hall. We stopped at Southern Classic before returning to Keithville and when a bitch said, "Makil where Terrica at?" I just, ion know.

Okay I admit I was just a teenie bit pissed; but only because that was disrespect and he had me in public looking way out of character, but I was a bad bitch, fuck her. I waited to see what he would say, he just said "She broke up with me, ion know." The obese bitch looked back through the windshield at me and said, "Oh." Oh? Oh----ok, I would show that bitch oh, I was a certified nut.

I was mad as fuck when he returned, "What the fuck wrong with yo bipolar ass? GET THIS CHICKEN!"

I was quiet the whole way to Keithville, after I told him whose ass to put that chicken in, but I knew whose not to suggest.

Thinking back on life I would be so hurt at times and knew I had to make a difference, I had been through the mud. I would soon execute my plan and leave with my babies, I missed them so much. Nothing could keep me in Louisiana.

I was still fucked up and even ashamed to be in public, but had to kill Trenton in the most brutal way possible, that nigga had it coming. Were niggas scared to do him in? If so, why? I was the prime candidate. He was a slick muthafucka, I would give him that much, and whatever the fuck him and Brown had going on I needed to know about it, I was in the middle of it somehow.

The night I met Twan I remembered how he got out of his car and came toward me, I wondered why he even sat in the park with his lights off...alone. Trenton had sat down on a bench, and hadn't said a word. He had even went into his pocket. Pam said they had been on some scheme shit, it had have been recently, when had he and Twan fallen out? I was unsure of what had caused the fallout. Had Brown used Twan because he knew Trenton wouldn't kill him? Yet and still WHAT THE FUCK DID IT HAVE TO DO WITH ME???!!!!

I would just wait for minor details, as I had been. I knew I was smarter than Troy. The voices were getting too loud and I would have to differentiate fact from fiction, it was hard.

We arrived back at his home and he got undressed, I wanted access to the house for more than just a few minutes. I knew there were cameras but I had to take a chance, I was missing something and I knew it was there. It couldn't have just been about the sex, there had to be another reason Troy wanted me around.

So much shit had transpired when I was with Twan, I tried to piece together every hint he could have possibly thrown, I missed a lot because I was my own distraction back then; killing made me a beast and not getting caught gave me power.

I made it my business to research Trenton though, he had Federal Bureau of Investigation credentials in Quantico and was spotless.

What the fuck? His juvenile record was sealed I was sure. The people who had the answers to everything were dead and Pam knew only bits and pieces. I could tell she wanted to help me but was afraid, what she had said was limited. I remembered everything though including what she said about Trenton and Veronica. I was beginning to believe Lamont was after the same thing Christy was after, Veronica's money and she had known. Everytime I would mention anything to Troy about Christy he would become upset, it would lead to an argument. Why did he think he could just keep in me the blind?

The last time I mentioned anything I asked about Brown, "Why u so silly, I said leave that shit alone!" He never denied knowing him though. Fuck it I finally said and I googled Veronica Creighton. I saw she was part of the Airport Authority Management staff at Shreveport Regional but during a search a result populated implicating her in a crime 12, years ago. Another name was also mentioned, Keyon Brown, but when I clicked for further details I only saw where a reporter by the name of Hillary Flores had written an article and the case never went to Federal Court as it had been previously underway. I was slowly gaining information but hadn't wanted to dig too deep before time. I then decided to Google Veronica Griffin and what I saw appalled me! That woman was a crook! She had a series of mugshots, from different arrests for variouswhite collar crimes! I closed the webpage like I had walked in on her naked. Troy entered with a bat. What the fuck?

"I don't know whose big ass dog is on the grass but--- girl, what the fuck?" He looked toward me and paused.

My thoughts exactly. Scary ass. Titty Boy!

"Why u got clumps of hair in your hand?"

"Oh, this?" Shit. "It's dead."

"If it wasn't, it is now."

He had become confined to home too well, I pictured him in an ankle bracelet with all the video games a child could want.

The front door chimed, I hadn't known he was expecting company. I had been so wrong about Troy in a sense, it didn't mean shit though, he could still get his hat brough to him and the fact that he didn't know what I was capable of gave me an advantage. "I'll be back," he said.

I soon heard Von's voice briefly. Troy returned with a black leather bag and sat on the foot of the bed for a moment and then laid back and looked over his head at me.

"Nevermind," he said before sitting back up. Fuck him. Kill me already. He picked up the weed tray.

I knew I was overstaying, he said he would let me leave and I was ready to see it he was serious but decided it wouldn't be a good idea to try while he was there. I planned. I would take a chance on finding my husband, he was my husband right? Also I knew the ledger in the drawer in the nightstand beside Veronica's bed under a bottle of rum would be beneficial. I knew why Lamont had married that old hoe! Wow, it's a damn shame Christy didn't. I was willing to bet Troy had fucked her too.

"Alexa play music," he said before putting down the weed tray and lighting his blunt--- Boy please.

I was hungry and felt like a burden because he had been feeding me for over a month. Trey Songz bellowed, dammit enough was enough.

I stood up, went to the bathroom and locked the door. I was about to explode! The only thing that made me feel better was Troy's sex, it was so overwhelming and then I hated him afterward. I had mentally made him my sex slave and it was dangerous. I was confined to one room and slept on Veronica and Lamont's monogrammed pillows. I thought about how he was a bigamist and the thought that occurred sickened me. I returned to the bedroom and looked at Veronica's marriage license on the opposite night stand and the Officiating Judge's signatures were the same as mine. Had a preacher married them too? Harold Oneal. At that moment I knew I had to kill Trenton, no way around it, that was one straw too many, but I had known! How fucking stupid!! I returned to my room and texted Nikki, "Bitch Im sending u an address, I need u to come and get me. Ill be ready Sunday, I said.

"Im on it" she said, "I can't wait to put this Alero on the road." Aw shit... I knew I could count on that ratchet bitch though and would wait for her to arrive from Texas. I was much better off now and we could live comfortably. Troy would be history.

"I'm going to Texas," I said. He smacked.

"No you're not."

Ok, I would show him. I said nothing else, he passed the blunt and sung along to Fumble while he inhaled the smoke. When he exhaled he said, "I'm not worried about u leaving as long as I got your 20 bands."

I hit the blunt from the wrong end and threw it across the room. I HATED HIM! He had my money?

"U can't just keep my money!"

"U wouldn't have it if it wasn't for me! Do u know much I had to pay---"

"I didn't ask u to do shit!"

He was quiet and when he stood up what I thought was a bit too quick I slid down under the covers and starting begging him not to kill me. "U silly as hell," he said before walking out.

His Mama.

I wanted him to fight me, I think---but he wouldn't.

He came back inside, I said "I have three pairs of panties! I need my money!"

"U don't need panties!"

I actually only had two, he had ripped one. That was neither here nor there he had to give me my money! Why was he trying to keep me there? He had done enough to me already!

"Fuck it! U can have it, I have plenty more!" I said, perhaps I had said the wrong thing, but I bullshitted him not, and I would wait on Nikki, go to Metairie and be back war ready for his ass.

"If u leave me, I will find u, kill u and bring u right back here. U think u just gone leave, u think Im something to play with? Ima show u Im nothing to play with. Yea, leave, Ima show ya." He picked up the blunt from the floor, I licked the burn on my lip

and laid down. At least I'm not pregnant, I thought, Troy never said hold the onions and I was just fine.

I could kill him and accomplish my mission. If Antwan Carter had money somewhere I would find it, and everything he had owned was at Pam's I also knew Ryella was smart, Daddy's baby. If what I needed wasn't there then I had enough money to find out where it was, also I could pay to get any information I needed.

Redd and Terrell had plenty secrets, and I was realizing Terrell, Trenton, Brown, and Veronica had orchestrated some shit and used Twan when it was all said and done, who else could Trenton trust? I decided to search for Keyon Brown, to my surprise he had an Instagram account. I looked at the pictures, it was definitely that nigga. He held up live fish on some photos, beer on some, bitches on others.

As I looked at them I noticed something, he stood in a kitchen decorated with Apples, I couldn't remember where I'd seen it but had known I had definitely been inside of it.