Authors: Cha'Bella Don
Once they were back in the room, he tied one of Treniyah’s hands to the bed post.
*****
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If that nigga ain’t gonna come to me, might as well come to him. Fuck waiting,” Wiz yelled on the phone.
Wiz was heated that Trent hadn’t shown up for his sister. He was more than ready to take him out. He was now rolling through the streets of Los Angeles in an attempt to find Trent. He even went back to the DT post and waited for Trent to slip up. Wiz made his presence felt when he stepped out. He wore Iceberg jeans with a black shirt and some Gucci shoes. His pinky ring was encrusted with so many diamonds that it could’ve made anyone who looked directly at it go blind. His hair was neatly tapered, and, in his ears, he wore Cartier diamond earrings. Everyone’s head turned as soon as he got out his 745Li. His gun was tucked in his waist with the safety on.
It must have been fate. It seemed like a dream had finally came true for Wiz because he was now face to face with his arch enemy.
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Trent, my dude, what has it been? Five or six years?” he asked sarcastically.
Trent stared him down. “Oh, yeah! It was six years ago that you buried your cousin, wasn’t it?” Trent said in a menacing tone. Trent smirked, knowing he had one up on Wiz.
Wiz joined in the laughter and said, “Yeah, I hope you find your sister. Would hate for anything to happen to her.”
Trent removed his .9mm from his waist. Wiz cocked his at the same time.
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So, you just gonna shoot me in front of all these people?” Wiz asked.
Trent looked around. Wiz had caught him off guard. As Trent lost his focus, Wiz used the opportunity to his advantage and caught Trent with a right hook. The powerful punch instantly put him to sleep. Wiz pointed his gun at Trent’s temple. A flashback of when he had found his cousin came to his mind. He shot aimlessly and with his eyes closed. The crowd dispersed, running and taking cover. After several shots, he opened his eyes and realized that he hadn’t hit his target. While Trent was still on the ground, Wiz kicked him repeatedly until he heard someone yell out. Wiz hopped in his 745Li and sped off. His adrenaline was pumping at full speed. He couldn’t believe that he’d had Trent in his hands and had just let him slip away. The ringing of his phone made him come back to reality.
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Is it done yet?” the voice asked over the phone. Wiz turned on his Bluetooth through the radio and said, “I still need a little more time, Pops.” Wiz hated saying those last words.
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I’m going to give you one more week or it’s gonna be you and him six feet deep,” Wiz’s father spoke to him like he was nothing more than a nigga on the street. He knew that the stakes were high. His father wanted Trent dead, or he was going to be dead right along with him. Wiz knew the seriousness in his tone all too well, so Wiz was determined to make things happen.
*****
At the room, Treniyah was begging for her freedom, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Because she wasn’t sure, if she was going to make it out alive, she begged Ness to let her talk to her parents, so she could let them know she was okay.
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Please, Ness, you are my last hope. I have to let them know I’m alright,” she pleaded with him almost to the point of tears.
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Now, you know that’s not going to happen, ma,” he informed her. Ness felt sorry for her. He wished that he could rescue her and make her his, but the harsh reality of it was he wasn’t ready to die. Treniyah started crying uncontrollably and hyperventilating.
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If you had a child, wouldn’t you wanna know where your child was if she just up and disappeared? I guess you don’t have a heart,” Treniyah said as she continued to cry.
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I have a son that I would die and go to hell for if something was to ever happen to him,” Ness replied.
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So, you can relate to where I’m coming from. Please let me make this call. This will be my last request. You can even dial star 67 when you call. Just please let me make this call.”
Ness felt sympathy and compassion for her. He thought about his son and how he would have felt if someone kidnapped him and the things he would have gone through to get him back.
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Aight, ma, only cuz I like you, but you can only talk for a minute and it has to be on speaker phone, you hear me?” Ness looked directly in her eyes. He knew he was going against the grain but, deep down inside he had a heart, and, if the shoe was on the other foot, he would want someone to do the same for him.
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I promise. Thank you so much. You don’t know how much this means to me,” Treniyah said, wiping away her tears with her free hand. She blurted out the numbers so fast he had to ask her to slow down. As she calmed down, Treniyah repeated the numbers slowly, so he could dial each number properly. They each held their breath as the phone rang numerous times.
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Damn, ma. I guess no one’s home,” Ness said, ready to hang the phone up, but Treniyah cried out, “Please just let the phone ring. I’m sure someone will answer.” The phone rang a few more times before a woman answered.
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Hello. Moore residence,” Mrs. Moore spoke.
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Mom, I love you very much, and I’m okay!” Treniyah shouted.
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Oh, my Lord. Thank you, Jesus. Niyah, God has answered my prayers,” her mother spoke through the tears.
After giving thanks, she bombarded Treniyah with a ton of questions, just like any mother would have: “Where are you? Are you okay? Who are you with? Are you being held for ransom?”
Ness was paranoid, and he kept looking over his shoulders, anticipating that Wiz would make a surprise appearance. At the one minute mark, Ness twirled his fingers in a circular motion to let her know that her time was almost up.
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Mom, please don’t cry. I’m okay. Tell Daddy and Trent that I love them very much and that I hope to see y’all soon,” Treniyah said with tears coming down her eyes.
*****
After a week of spending romantic time with Wiz, Kendra decided that it was time to face the music. It was time to end things with Trent. She had given him all the chances in the world, and she didn’t have room for anymore. Like always, Trent was nowhere to be found. Seeing the house out of order, Kendra immediately started cleaning.
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This nigga had the audacity to get another bitch pregnant. Am I that bad of a woman?” Kendra asked herself. After cleaning, she went inside of her room and gathered all of Trent’s things. She threw them in a large trash bag. She was through and wanted to make sure he didn’t have a reason to come back. Kendra took a nice, hot bubble bath and sipped a glass of wine while listening to you “Your Child” by Mary J Blige. She sang along with every word. “I feel that shit. Fuck these niggas,” Kendra said as she kept singing along. Kendra let those words sink deep inside. She thought about all the good and the bad. “For six years of my life, I put up with bullshit, excuses, and lies.”
*****
The next morning, Kendra called into work. Unfortunately, her boss was tired of the excuses, too.
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Ms. LaSalle, I’ve tried to be lenient with you because of the loss of your mother, but I think you have taken me and your job for granted. I’m sorry, Ms. LaSalle, but your service is no longer needed here.”
Kendra was shocked. She wanted to tell her boss off, but she quickly thought against it. She took it in stride, but only after she slammed the phone down.
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Fuck! Can my day get any worse?” Kendra spat. Kendra sat back thinking about how her life had done a 180 degree turn in such a short amount of time. She was supposed to have graduated next month, but she had put school on hold, and, now, she had gone from being employed to being fired.
Damn! I could kick my own ass
, Kendra thought. Even though money wasn’t an issue— she and her sister were living good off their insurance money and now, since the break-up, Kendra and Trent could sell the house and split the proceeds— Kendra had always enjoyed having a full day and making a difference in the lives of children in need. While she was deep in thought, she heard some commotion outside her door. She looked out the window and saw Marquise helping Trent to the door. Kendra had the door open before Marquise had a chance to knock on it.
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Oh, my gosh! What happened to him?” she asked, covering her mouth.
Trent had a minor contusion which had formed a large knot.
Marquise was just about to speak when Trent hollered out, “Don’t tell that bitch my business!”
Kendra was appalled and had a sour look on her face. She spat, “I’mma let that shit fly, nigga.”
Kendra got a towel and a couple of ice cubes out the freezer for him to help the swelling come down. Even though he had hurt her, she still had some feelings for him. Marquise helped Trent to the couch. Then, Kendra handed him a towel.
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Trent, we need to talk. Marquise, do you mind?” Kendra asked.
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No, not at all. I’ll just wait outside.”
Marquise walked towards the door to give them some space.
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Nah, nigga, you can stay right here. All of a sudden this bitch wants to talk. I been trying to talk to this bitch for the past several weeks, so, my nigga, stay right here,” Trent said.
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Call me a bitch again, and see what the fuck happens to you, muthafucka,” Kendra threatened.
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Matter fact, nigga, this shit right here has finally come to an end. This bitch don’t need yo raggedy, triflin’, dirty dick-ass any longer. I can’t believe you. You got another bitch pregnant and still wanna come home and fuck me, talkin’ ‘bout you love only me and my ass. I was the dumb one to believe your tired ass!” Kendra screamed. “Speak up, nigga! I can’t hear you!”
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That bitch is lying. She’s not pregnant,” Trent said, trying to defend himself. It was clear that Kendra had found out about him and Nicole, but he would plead the fifth. Like Shaggy’s song said, “It wasn’t me.”
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Ken, why would I get someone else pregnant?”
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So, you’re admitting that you fucked another bitch, right? Oh, yeah, I ran into Nicole the other day, and she confirmed everything and how you’re not only fucking her but her momma, too. A crack head at that, my nigga. You just fuck anything walking,” Kendra screamed, lashing out.
Marquise was in the corner laughing his ass off because Trent had no idea that he had fucked Nicole two months ago.
Trent was at a loss for words. He was ready to kill Nicole as soon as he saw her. Trent stood to his feet and said, “Bitch, you better fall back with all that macho shit. You forget I made your sloppy ass into the woman you are today. If it wasn’t for me, your bitch ass would still be shaking your ass at Starlight and sucking on Bigg Boss’s dick,” Trent smirked.
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If you feeling froggish, leap, mutha fucka,” Kendra, in a rage, yelled as she hopped across the table and proceeded to swing like a mad woman. “Fuck you and the horse you rode in on, bitch!”
Marquise quickly interfered, trying to hold Kendra back, but she kept screaming, “Fuck you, you limp dick ass nigga! Your dick game whack anyway!”
Trent balled his hand into a fist, but Marquise caught him by the hand and said, “Dawg, I can’t let you go out like that, my nigga. It’s one thing to argue, but I can’t stand here and watch you hit a female.”
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Take yo shit and get yo sorry ass outta my house. Love don’t live at this address anymore!” Kendra screamed with her hands on her hips.
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Let me pack my shit first,” Trent responded, heading towards their room.
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Nah, nigga. Ain’t no need for you to go back there. Your shit is in that trash bag. Leave the key on the table on your way out.”
Kendra grabbed a Louisville slugger from the hall closet and readied to crack Trent upside the head as she said, “Nigga, don’t you ever raise your fist to me, or I’ll be going to jail for murder.”
Once again, Marquise had to intervene because he didn’t want to see his friend get beat with a bat.
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Whoa! This is more than I bargained for. Kendra, you’re too pretty to be wearing someone’s prison colors. I’m gonna make sure Trent leaves. That way you won’t have to catch a case. Just please put the bat down.” Then, after the situation had calmed down, Marquise laughed and said, “Y’all are too much to handle.”
After seeing that neither Trent nor Kendra was ready to back down, Marquise called Marcos to come and diffuse the situation. Marcos showed up in five minutes flat with Nia in tow.
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Damn, nigga. Kendra fucked you up,” Marcos laughed.
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Nah, I didn’t do that. His shit was already knotted when he arrived, but I know, if his ass don’t get outta my house, the other side gonna be lumped up, too,” Kendra said seriously. “He can go live with his baby mama.”
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What baby momma?” Marcos asked, looking dumbfounded.
Nia looked over at Marcos and shook her head as she said, “Nigga, don’t act like you ain’t know about Trent fucking that bitch Nicole.”
Marcos didn’t say a word. He knew all about Trent’s fling, but he didn’t dare say anything. He knew the situation would turn from bad to ugly in 2.5 seconds.
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Ken, you acting like your shit don’t stink. I ain’t no dummy. Your ass ain’t been here all week, so you can miss me with all that bullshit. I ought to go upside yo head,” Trent said, staring directly at Kendra. “Yeah! Now, what? Cat got your tongue?”