I'd heard a couple of reasons for why Twan was killed, all I knew was he had died in front of my children and I, and it was something I couldn't forget. I was now convinced Sabrina was solely behind it. A bitter bitch would do anything.
Trenton had motive but emotions will get u killed passionately. Twan's face was so visible in my mind at times, and I'd picture a huge hourglass, its sands almost gone upon gaining his acquaintance. I would never forget the bittersweet.
My own emotions would get the best of me, I stumbled through fields of turmoil and leaped in pits of remorse. The appendage of his memories inundated my whole life, lacking privilege to embrace his physical memories he'd left behind. Ryella had become to resemble him tremendously and so had the twins. Sabrina's words had served their importance then and now, and if I recollected correctly there was much more in the duffel bag when she'd driven into Pam's home. However, when we moved into the apartment he'd put something in the ceiling from inside the bag. We still paid for the apartment and had only left because I'd killed Goat, he was in jail and I was with Christy.
While at the hotel before he was killed he spoke of going back to get something and then we would leave, the stop would be brief, he wanted to turn in the keys. I hadn't known where the keys were but I'd known Sabrina had had a copy made, she'd stolen it from his keyring. When I messaged her I hadn't expected her to say she had the key still, but there had to have been two, hadn't Goat died with one? She had to have made many. There was something in that ceiling and I didn't give a fuck who lived there I would get inside, even if the key didn't work. Damn, I needed a Nikki bitch.
The gruesome thoughts of torture occurred and I was filled with hatred when I thought of Martin, he'd destroyed my family in some way---and delighted the results. I'd easily profiled his character and boldly contradicted his intent, fuck him, he couldn't destroy us and then expect us to need him. "Maybe Sharon will soon come around."
I knew his type, physical flaw but complexed with the need for power. He'd once been abused teased and bullied, cock eyed son of a bitch! Kerri was weak, she hadn't demanded power. Much like the devil himself he sought to devour. All of them had been his fiends, he had given them privilege but caused their demises. I'd known Mama had been into Demonology once, she had a demonic tattoo of the symbol of fertility on her forearm, after the conversation I found it online. I would outline it with my finger as a child.
She'd eventually left running and pregnant.
Troy had went to a funeral, I never knew who had died until he said someone had killed Lorraina Brown, in jail.
Oh.
I just couldn't trust Sabrina, what bitch would suffocate their own child behind a man? Redd hadn't been her type apparently, she had just used him for the money he had. She admitted to still being in love with Twan. As vindictive she may have been, I was never intimidated by the bitch. The child was not Redd's. He'd mentioned her being pregnant by her ex.
Shan and Netta were gone.
Nikki's car still sat, I reported her missing after a couple of days. I watched Von enjoy what he had left, he preferred money over power.
Troy still spoke about leaving and raising our baby, I just had to take care of a couple more things and I was ready to forget the past life, but I knew he couldn't he had too much to lose. I wanted to trust him but I was afraid and prepared for whatever. Terrica had come and she was a wreck, I heard her threats and even though he hadn't taken her seriously, I had. She was still hurt and felt betrayed, even after all those months had passed. I stepped out of the bedroom after it seemed she wouldn't stop hitting him, he just stood and let her get it all out but the bitch was going too far. She hadn't been moved by the fact his loaded gun laid on the island but when she saw I was pregnant she reached for it and tried to shoot me, the bullet shattered the patio door. She screamed in a rage as he body slammed her to the floor. "I WILL BE BACK NIGGA U AINT GETTING OFF THAT EASY," she said leaning forward holding her knees, he had knocked the wind out of that dizzy bitch. I was shaken I ran to the bathroom before I pissed myself. I heard the commotion as she fought while Troy pushed her out of the door. "U are going to jail Makil, on my life! I was with u when u didn't have shit! Im telling the POLICE EVERYBODY U KILLED!"
She was making threats, and according to the street code---
I sat on the toilet and leaned over the bathroom trash can, puking all of the breakfast Troy had made me eat. I ached at times, mostly always but would not disclose to him my pain. I needed my other children and the child I carried comforted their absence but I wanted them all. I promised them silently and daily, I was coming. I brushed my teeth and came from the bathroom, trying to hear his phone conversation. "Just board it up, I'll call insurance."
As if he was bothered by what Terrica had said, he began to pack a bag and told me to get my shit, likewise, but continued talking. I had too much. "I can't leave the car," I explained when he hung up. I had two in tow. "Park the Kia, drive the Honda."
A 305 number called my phone while I was drawing a map from New Orleans to Mississippi in my head, I would get my babies. Troy wanted them all. I would be done with the life of crime, I just wanted to raise them. The New Year slowly approached, 2019 would be new beginnings but there was something important I had to do. I ignored the call and partially saw the visual voicemail across the screen.
I tried to convince Troy to trust me, I would return, but he was against me leaving. I knew what I had to do, I'd ran away plenty times. Even away from Twan.
As much as I tried to find a place in my heart for Mama, I couldn't. I probably trusted Pam more than her and she brought me into the world.
I wondered who could be calling me from Miami---very important it had read.
Troy loaded the Charger, I still wondered about the Volvo. Whose was it?
I still orchestrated my plan and thought about how much I would miss his chocolate ass, but I would find him. Soon.
I had the money and needed the bonds in my son's name, I would buy a small country. HA!
The power though, would come soon enough. I felt sparks in my soul as Troy kissed me saying he was going to meet Von, the kiss was so magnetizing I hadn't wanted to let him go. He texted me the address to meet him at, an unfamiliar one. I had explained to him about the money situation, and I'd been right all along, she hadn't left him shit. The money couldn't just sit there, could it? Who could report it missing?
We were papered up but it meant nothing to me, and I had made sure he got his money, the transfers were pending.
He turned his music on, lit his blunt and drove away.
I got in the 2018 Honda put my bags in the back seat with all the pertinent information I needed. "What's the address?"
I headed toward Interstate 49 after I gassed up, New Orleans bound.
Troy's phone calls and texts began after about an hour and a half, I was nearing interstate 10. Nothing he could have said would have convinced me to turn around. Martin had sent the address and we had some unfinished business. It seemed he posed no threat but the devil never did. I wanted my sister and nephew, as well as some truth. The 305 number called again, this time I answered angrily.
"Hazel how are u?"
My voice was trapped in my throat, and then finally Nathaniel said, "It is good to hear your voice."
WHY?
"Where are u? I would love to have dinner; talk perhaps."
I was sick of these old school ass niggas.
I remained silent, I listened to Who Wants to be a Millionaire blast from a television in close proximity. That bastard sounded much like Martin and I could picture him being less cockeyed. "Your mother speaks highly of u, my son had too. I want to help u, please do not get involved with Martin Poindexter, he is a dangerous man. I haven't dealt with him in years. U don't have to say anything but I must warn u. "
As I held the phone determined to continue toward Interstate 10, a text message came through my phone from Troy's phone, "THE POLICE GOT KILL, Call me back, this Von!"
My heart dropped to my swollen feet, WHAT! I began to cry unknowingly until the salty tears hit my quivering lip. I NEEDED HIM!
I texted back, "OK WHERE IS HE GOING?"
"CADDO CORRECTIONAL," Von replied.
I drove in turmoil, my foot was shaking on the gas pedal, it was no telling what all he had done!
"WHAT DID HE DO?"
"Ion know, something about a murder charge...they found a body at the airport."
OH MY GOD! WHAT DID I DO!
I knew he would have a bond, wouldn't he? I had to get my child's father out immediately! How did it lead back to him! And the sword, where was it? I was in a rage and it fueled my hate for Martin Poindexter, I would do just the opposite of what Nathaniel had said. I had basically hung up in his face determined for him to fuck himself. I needed to taste Martin's blood for my Mama, for my Daddy, and for Kerri. He hadn't given a fuck all those years!
How could he be locked up! The news made my journey difficult, at one point I couldn't breathe! He had killed her and I had exposed him, I HATED TRENTON EVEN MORE! He was still trying to make a point and he was the DEVIL also! I would hate to see what Martin was capable of! I needed all the money I could get, I googled bondsmen in Shreveport and explained to them I had the money to bond him out, JUST GET HIM A BOND!
"Ma'am, he has several murder charges, u need quite a bit, if he can even move, one was an officer."
WHO ALL HAD HE KILLED?
I had to get revenge for him, he would be free! I knew I had an alibi for him if they were charging him with Trenton's murder, hell---I had done it! Im clinically insane! A year or two, a few seizures from their medication, I'll be free! I was abused! I continued toward New Orleans and when I arrived I checked into the Windsor Court, "Do u need a doctor Ma'am?"
If I say I got my ass whooped by my husband, do I stay for free like Tina?
No sir, just a suite. I was weak waiting on Troy to call, part of my soul was gone! I had dozed off when the phone rang, it was 2:26 a.m., I answered.
"Babe, they got me. Terrica called the detectives and told them something, ion know what they talking bout!"
"I know Love, I miss u something dangerously!" I did, my child was balled up in my side and I just needed feel his body, choke me! SOMETHING!
"I'm coming, every visit until u are free."
"No, keep my son away from here, I got this."
SON?
Regardless to what he said I knew what he could do was only limited. I needed him so bad and knew Von had all of his possessions, I would kill that bitch ass nigga! I loved Troy so much and didn't realize it. He was genuine, I'd seen his rap sheet and knew what he was capable of. I hated myself and knew if they played the surveillance tapes from the airport I had been seen in the car. He told me to rest, and he would call the next morning. It was impossible.
I waited all night to hear his voice but when he called he was so angry, "BITCH U SET ME UP! U TOLD THEM WHERE THE BODY WAS! I DIDNT KNOW SHIT ABOUT THAT T SAID THAT BITCH WAS IN THE SWAMP!"
At that point I knew I had underestimated the man I had married, he would see us both burn to keep us apart.
"BITCH IM GOING TO KILL U," Troy said.
I closed my eyes to never wake up again, I wanted to die.