Mission Aborted **** Chapter Eighty-Six

I was so drained, all I could do was lay lifelessly, the injection was slowing Trenton down but I wasn't sure if it had been enough poison to kill him, he struggled to get up from the bed after I'd stopped moving.

I prayed my arm concealed the whole syringe. He pulled my ankle when he stood in an attempt to pull me to the floor, I relaxed even more and pretended to be dead. I felt the warm glob of spit as it went across my face,"Bitch u couldn't get away. I made u. Cowards die many times before death." I hated that philosophical ass nigga, who needed to hear Shakespeare while they were playing dead?

My weight did not allow him to pull me to the floor easily, he slurred as if he was having a stroke. I'd known Christy had likely left the syringe, and I didn't exactly know what was in it, whatever it was was shutting down his senses, he opened his left hand and couldn't close it, he cursed loudly and totally out of character as his speech slowed. It only aggravated his nervous system, but he was determined pull to my dead body out of the door, I thought. I knew I likely had to fight him again, but this time he would not be as aware. I felt his motions as he swayed back and forth before leaning against the wall, he still hadn't figured it out, he mentioned not feeling his injured leg.

He stumbled back to the bed I laid across and attempted to lift my head, I knew if I moved my arm he would see the syringe. After not being able to lift my upper half, he rolled me over. I laid on my arm so long I thought it would snap at the shoulder when he moved me, finally he climbed to the bed on his feet, leaned his back against the wall and rolled me over with his foot, face down. I laid on top of the syringe. I knew he would pull me to the floor and I prayed I wouldn't hit my face on the bed rail. Instead he held me around the waist and lifted me, first laying his head in my back, he spoke inaudible but---sobbed. My arm stayed positioned on the bed and as he dragged me to my knees I dragged the wool blanket to hide the syringe. I felt his leg against my left arm, he now straddled my back struggling to unzip his khakis. He yet swayed but now he cried, the warm tears fell into my hair. I could only make out his every other word while he rubbed his dick between my shoulder blades, it slid in his precum. His motions as he jerked were hesitant, then he knelt behind me gapping my thighs with his right hand, he lacked strength but managed to open them before entering me fiercely, I thought he would cum the way he panted without motion. "I can remember how it feels, now like long ago," he said. "It was so toxic." He thrusted and pressed my face into the cover, but lacked strength, the wooden floor scarred my knees as he gripped my hair. He then became someone else and said my pussy was better that way. He kept going, it reminded me of how he would punish me, his hand shook as he pulled out only to begin again. His motions slowed but it didn't look as if he would die. He pulled out and rubbed his dick between my cheeks before spitting on it and forcing his way inside my ass, the tears welled in my eyes as I struggled to breathe, I bit my bottom lip until I tasted blood. He pulled me closer and kept going, breathing shallow but like an animal. I prayed so hard, whatever was in the syringe didn't have its full effect on him.

"I will keep u Hazel, I need u. I could see this happening for us, I can forget about Trena now. U are so amazing."

I wept silently. When he moved me I knew he would see the tears. I felt him swell inside my ass and swallowed the scream that had emerged from my soul, he was so turned on. Finally he pulled out and stuck his finger in my ass before entering my pussy again. I knew I would soon vomit where I yet laid face down. He reached for my hand and attempted to put it on his balls but as he did my stomach growled loudly, I laid still and noticed how he slowed down. He let my arm go it banged against the rail, then he leaned forward on one knee with the left one upright and squeezed my belly, slapping it with the palm of his hand, "Soorrrryyy buddy!"

Torturing me seemed to enhance his already heightened sex drive, he was reaching his pinnacle and suddenly gasped a long gut wrenching breath before backing out of me in an attempt to stand. He grabbed the bucket that sat upside down on the floor but it slid toward him and he leaned over it on one knee. "Why ca--cant i bre-brea-the, what was wroooong wiiiith th pi-pi-piiiillls, Ok----u goooot thiiisss get up!"

I could hear the bucket sliding as he attempted to get up, I couldn't let him leave with the keys, he had ripped me and I was in so much pain but had to fight, the nigga wasn't dead!

"I I'll be baack Baaabe, shit. Soomethhhin is fuuu, ok whew! Caaalm dooown." As soon as he finally stood and headed toward the door I tried to move my arm that dangled on the side of the bed, the blood had all circulated downward and it was numb, but I needed the syringe. I could tell he was attempting to gather his things and knew he would attempt to retrieve the gun he'd thrown. Would he try to pull the trigger again? I could not let him pick it up and as he attempted to squeeze between the foot of the bed and wall where he had made me crawl to pick up the pills the bed had slid, I waited for him to kneel. He finally did and was straining to reach for the gun. I heard the metal as it slid across the floor when he reached it and as he placed his hand flat on the bed to try to pull himself back up I held back my scream and stabbed him in the eye with the syringe. The gun fired under the bed and the needle bobbed as he patted his face not knowing what happened, with all my strength I climbed to the bed as he blindly grabbed for me, the opposite eye leaked tears profusely while the injured one leaked blood. I kicked the needle further into his face with my bare foot as he grabbed my ankle and snatched me down to the bed on my back, he located the syringe in his eye and threw it against the door. He would kill me---surely, I knew it.

I screamed as loud as I could, while he struggled to climb back to his feet. I saw his keys and knew I only had one shoe but I had to leave, right then! I ran toward the door while grabbing the keys, my whole body felt ripped apart, but the child inside still lived. I had to find the people I cared for, including Nikki. I opened the door noticing the dead bolts on the other side, there were three. I locked them all. Bitch Im boss now, and u play by my rules.

The small house I was in was like a maze, I hadn't known which way to turn, but I followed the buzz of a chainsaw and found the door that was covered by cardboard boxes, I removed the wooden plank that secured it and opened it to find another door nailed shut, HOW THE FUCK HAD HE GOT IN? I could hear him cursing and begging while talking shit, I ran back the opposite direction. I'd seen Christy's Benz remote to her car and wondered where the rest of the keys were as well as the car! I grabbed it and put it in the pajama pocket.

I ran and kept running in the small house until I saw a ladder, but it was just propped against the wall. However it was the same ladder he'd used to get me from the vault. I looked around as he beat and kicked the door, there were so many pictures, phones, I collected all beneficial clues as I fumbled with the keys, I knew I probably needed one to get out, he yelled, "U will never find the key!" He beat so hard the walls shook, the poison was not working, but maybe it was better that way.

I stood still for a moment on my splintered feet, and surveyed my surroundings, I could hear a train but it sounded underneath me, the objects on the left side of the room shook on their table. I grabbed two phones and tried to get service without success, I didn't know if I was even still in Keithville, I had been unconscious or drugged! The phone powered on and there were available wifi connections, one said "RV Park". There was a possibility I was on Barron Rd, still in the area. I didn't even know how long I had been out but wondered if he had injected me with whatever was in the syringe, I had so many questions. I concluded the place was designed to be a hostage chamber from the way everything was boarded up, even the windows. I cried, I would really die inside.

I slid to the floor and sat quietly as Trenton called me every bitch he ever wanted to. I had wanted to love him once. I sat until the next train came and as it approached its vibrations rattled a small hook on the floor, I crawled to my knees and saw the door was down. I opened it and it led to a basement. I climbed down further and opened the door straight ahead that led to sunlight but heard voices speaking casually. Yvonne? Oh shit!

I knew Trenton's car was somewhere close by and I needed to make a run for it, I had come out of a small house that I'd saw sitting behind the home when I had stayed with them. There was a gate but it was too tall to climb. I knew I had to pass by the windows and needed to make a run for it asap. Surely she knew her property and would look for Trenton after so long. Also, I heard Mya.

I estimated the distance from where I stood, past the garage and to the streets, I was willing to bet Trenton's car was parked alongside the curb. It was almost dark, I contemplated waiting but changed my mind. As I tiptoed down the driveway beside the kitchen window that led from the house I heard their conversations stop, and then the motion lights came on, I stood still looking at the window like a deer in headlights. All the voices in my head screamed at me I was scared as hell. No one came to the window and I soon heard an explosion of laughter, they continued their conversation unbeknownst to my presence outside. I ran like Tina when she finally whooped Ike's ass. I held my head back in triumph and limped rhythmically on my fucked up feet until I found Trentons Cruz parked on the curb three houses down. I got inside, I thanked God The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. I had managed to hang on to the phones and scrolled to see who they belonged to. One was active, I dialed Troy's number. The phone rang from inside the console. When it was all said and done I was still Trenton's wife, right? And entitled to everything he had. He would now play by my rules. I didn't even know the new bitch I had become but enough was enough, he would finally meet the real me.

I dialed Pam's number, she answered---"Tobias? Son where have u---!"

"Shut up bitch, and listen. Call Martin Poindexter and ask him how bad he want his money before I have your crooked ass locked up."

" I -I don't know what u mean, where is my son? I don't know no Mar--"

"Pam ya had his dick in ya phone, and if u let anything happen to my daughters I will bury u on my Orchard."

"Hazel. LISTEN! Im on your side, whatever is going on---"

Click.

I was giving that bitch 24 hours to tell me what I needed to know voluntarily, she would call back soon, I thought but instead, Martin called back, "Hazel, I've heard alot about u, where are u Dear?"