Pooh took that bullet in the leg like a flu shot, he immediately dropped the gun and called the cop that shot him a fat pig, "I live here!" I screamed while the second officer held the 38 special on me, "Shoot that bitch too!" Pooh yelled. They were confused.
I had frantically screamed while reliving the moment Twan was killed by the police.
Naw Nigga, tell them how u were going to kill me!
"I LIVE HERE!" I screamed again, the one still drawn down on Pooh looked around and noticed the unkempt home and yet looked suspicious. He then radioed backup and a paramedic from the Motorola on his shoulder requesting a female officer. I stood prancing, I had to pee and was hungry enough to dumpster dive.
"U—- just-just don't move! Stand right there!" He realized they had fucked up and I was telling them just that!
Pooh was bleeding from his leg and they were asking him his name, "Herbert Knight," he replied.
Herbert?
They wanted to know if the shotgun was his, he hesitated before saying no.
Your prints Dummy.
I was on a mission and they had fucked it up, simple as that. I would sue, I was a grieving pregnant widow. Officer Cartwright's badge gleamed and at each angle he moved from where I stood, producing a different word that floated upward, tragic stood out.
Yep Cartwright had fucked up and I reminded him as he looked for justification for pulling the trigger, he hadn't known if Pooh lived there or not. "Do u live here also?" They asked trying to get clarification, the alarm signal was still transmitting. He said no, I said yes.
Did u feel threatened Officer? Why did u open fire through the opened front door?
They wanted to know which one it was. The smell of blood was filling the living room area, he was bleeding like a stuck hog and needed a way out---I also needed his truck. Officer Milton Barber instructed me again, not to move while approaching the shotgun---"HEY!" Cartwright yelled, "EVIDENCE!"
Of WHAT?
"THAT BITCH IS CRAZY!" Sherbert yelled.
I probably did look crazy in a baby doll dress and a pair of New Balance, but they had to believe me!
One of the officers noticed our Orchard wedding picture on the wall and called out to the other officer, in an "I think u better take a look," kinda way.
Yea---I live here bitch. Barber lowered the gun. Even though I'd refused to look directly at the camera he could make out who I was on the portrait.
"Special Agent Myers? Oh---Ma'am, are u okay? Did this guy do that to u? You're his wife? Oh God we will---"
WHAT? I'm NOT OK! Oh and my eye—-yep, Pooh did it!
OH---"No sir! I was in an accident and um"---fuck!
Surely I was accessory, wasn't I; but did I have a warrant?
"What's your name?"
"Hazel Myers."
"This was Special Agent Myers' home? We are truly---"
I could hear the screech of the halting squad cars outside, the other two officers cautiously got out with their hands on their weapons. I explained my husband was just murdered and it was the first time I'd been back to the home. I was expecting our child and dealing with sorrow. Pooh came along to protect me, we just had an argument.
I finally walked to the keypad and turned off the alarm with my hands up saying how afraid for my life I was. They spoke about taking me to the station.
I was prepared for everything and would go if I had to.
"BITCH!" Pooh yelled wallowing in his own blood, mad as hell. He was giving them the address where he'd been robbed—- not smart.
The paramedics arrived shortly behind the confused officers. "Ma'am, this was a routine home check, the alarm was sounding and we were dispatched. Now do u mind explaining what is going on?"
"I have to pee!"
"I told yall that bitch crazy! She got me robbed and SHOT! IM DIABETIC!"
"Sir, just calm---"
There was so much commotion in the musty ass home, the scent was nauseating me combined with the rush of adrenaline!
"Ma'am, we need a statement from u, its best u stand there!"
Fine, have it your way.
In an attempt to separate us to get each version Pooh remained on the floor screaming like a girl, an officer took pictures of the gun before putting on gloves and placing it in a large yellow bag he had gone back and retrieved from the trunk of the squad car. "I KNOW MY RIGHTS! MY HUSBAND WAS A COP!"
Cartwright pointed at the picture on the wall, the other two tensed---including the female who had rode shotgun.
"OK, WHO IS THIS GUY?" He asked looking at Pooh.
"SHERBERT!" I yelled. "BITCH I'LL GET UP AND---"
"Herbert Knight---Come back clean, don't know about the gun. Transport him to the ER, don't release him until we find out what's going on, he claimed he's been robbed."
"AND SHOT!" I yelled, my bladder would soon give out. I had been taken into the kitchen, I explained he was my "friend" and he had given me a ride to Metairie from Slidell. It was true.
I said I knew nothing about him being robbed.
I had deliberately allowed the alarm to sound, and was glad again he wasn't dead.
I heard "Stay with us, Mr. Knight, we're gonna keep u alive."
"Yea, cause y'all tried to kill him!"
The officer wrote down my version of events as Pooh weakly tried to tell his, they were practically the same except he was furious! The officer led my weak bladder ass back to the living room where three EMT's were trying to apply pressure to Pooh's bullet wound and roll him on a stretcher.
I told Cartwright, "U will hear from our lawyer! U shot my friend---he WILL BE COMPENSATED! Also Im suing for damage to my home! Look at my fucking floor!"
Their stealth demeanors became apologetic, but the gun was loaded into the back of Patrol Car number 11. I hoped he hadn't shot anyone with the weapon, however, I could tell by his reaction that he had.
"Are u okay Ma'am?" Officer Cartwright asked while inquiring if I needed any medical attention. "I believe your water just broke."
"Oh, I'll be just fine---breaks all the time."
Pooh weakly mentioned his truck, inaudibly. I knew the keys were inside and couldn't wait to drive it. The neighbors had lined the street speculating the incident.
I memorized Cartwright's badge number, the shift supervisor advised him to report to the station immediately and said I would be contacted for another statement in 24 hours. "Will u be okay alone?" Officer Johnson asked my pissy ass with a sexy thick New Orleans accent, "Yes---I'll call my father Martin Poindexter."
His reaction teased my tickle box.
The ambulance drove away, two patrol cars followed while two officers stayed writing reports, the patrol cars were parked by the curb. I saw a news reporter arrive preparing to set up his camera for coverage of the incident, it had gone too far.
My heart was racing I needed to stay inside I decided, pulled off my wet shoe and looked at Ryella's damp letter, the ink had begun to run but it was legible. Her second grade handwriting was childish but so beautiful---it read:
"Mommy I wish u would come back home I'm scared of the people that talk to me they tell me bad things. Daddy said they are my friends but I don't think they are. I miss u and Twalla does too. We miss Emily I can hear her crying at night. Is she really gone?"
I could not continue the letter, she had written it in July, I tried not to think of my babygirl and considered her to be in a better place but had Trenton made her sicker? My tears combined with Ryella's ink and streaked the page. I had left my children and promised to never leave them again.
It hurt so bad. The mail was piled up—- luckily TJ2 had received another payment, the 60,000 was gone and I hadn't known it. I stood doing the math—- I was Miami bound with my babies.
I walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower, I noticed the utilities were on and knew they were automatically drafted monthly from an account, somewhere.
I showered and retreated to the bedroom to find my clothes as I had left them but mostly everything was too small.
I retrieved the Pink jumper from the closet, a leather jacket and Nike tennis shoes I had never worn. I opened a drawer to retrieve extra underwear and a yellow pajama set was folded on top. At that moment I lost all control. I screamed! For old and new, I screamed! I LOVED MY HUSBAND! HE LOVED ME! WHAT HAPPENED!?
I couldn't even hear his last words, what had he said to me! I was so fragile but walked around with an iron exterior. I needed someone who loved me! Twan had loved me but I believed somehow Trenton had too---in the end was I worthy to have his son? I had to have been! Martin had done this all, the eyes don't lie!
He had to have known, Trenton Jr's condition couldn't have been a surprise to him...it was a prophecy and he worked hard to fulfil it!
I was so hungry---I walked to the island and without thinking I picked up a well preserved apple from the three that sat unrotted and bit into it. My tooth remained undamaged, I bit it again---and again until it was gone. I felt normal and didn't understand, they had to be freshly placed there. Was it a setup? Suddenly my senses were keener than ever before---the frequency in my head had completely ceased. Jennifer, where was she?
I walked to the closet Trenton used as his off limits area. I felt answers would be inside. As usual it was locked, I needed the key. I went to the garage, turned on the light and grabbed the red handled hammer from the storage cabinet drawer. I returned to the closet and beat the knob until it loosened. After several attempts I was able to dismantle it piece by piece until it opened.
His suits were inside as always but there sat a briefcase---I felt I had hit the knowledge jackpot. I touched it, all 1's surfaced in my mind. After lining the 1's the briefcase unlatched, the scent of the expensive leather invaded my nose as I opened it and saw hundreds of photos taken of me since I had been gone—-also of Troy. I was dumbfounded! My mouth was gaped as I tried to focus on the photos, on some of them Troy and I were asleep, some we were having sex---all taken from an angle that coincided with the camera above the drapes in Veronica's room. Something was definitely wrong, had Trenton installed the security system after Veronica was killed? How did he know the passcode and have access to the monitor---had he planned to divorce me for real and needed evidence of infidelity?
I had totally underestimated him and his capabilities.
Martin had given him so much power, he had organized crimes and was responsible for paying him his share of the profit money, however, once the plan had went sour. He would get rid of any problems that occurred and had that power as a Judge. I should have known Trenton was evil, but I'd seen the good in him. I believed Nathaniel when he said Martin fucked him up. He knew he had to beat Martin to stay alive and as long as he thought Trenton was dead there would not be any consequences for the unaccounted for money. Martin had frozen the accounts but couldn't touch the money, if he could have he would have taken it already. I had been played but he needed me, I would soon find out how bad. There were statements for accounts with hundreds of thousands of dollars in them, all in Trenton's name. Also I'd never saw bonds up close and personal, there were stacks—- all in Trenton Carter's name. I stood amazed! My baby was rich, it was prophecy. I closed the briefcase and prepared to exit the closet, I would go out through the garage to avoid the crowd. I contemplated taking one of the guns that lined the wall but decided against it as I looked at the flashing green light on the inside of the door. Suddenly I heard, "Is everything ok in here?"
I recognized Lawrence's voice and knew the scenario wouldn't turn out good.
I hadn't planned to kill anyone that day but it seemed like I would have to, instead he had a message to relay and tried to explain he had nothing to do with anything, including Ayden's death.