Dirtiest Revenge by Cha'Bella Don Page A

bags were sitting by the door. He looked around for her, but she was nowhere to be found. Trent was glad that she was leaving on her own instead of him making her go. She had made the job much easier for him. Trent rolled himself a fat blunt and turned on the TV. In less than ten minutes, he was out, exhausted from everything and everybody.
    Hours later, he was rudely awakened by someone banging on the door. He could hear Nicole screaming, “Trent, I know you’re in there! Now, open the door!”
    Furious, he snatched the door open and asked, “Bitch, why the fuck you banging like you the police?”
    “ Well, I’ve been knocking for fifteen minutes, and I have to pee,” Nicole answered in a whiny voice.
    Nicole looked Trent up and down. She could tell something was wrong, but she didn’t want to ask him because that would have been another argument. So far, she had dodged the bullet of getting her ass beat.
    “ What’s up? Why are your clothes by the door, and where the fuck you coming from?” Trent questioned, already knowing the answer. He just wanted to hear her tell him why.
    “ I want to be in a relationship, not just here for your convenience,” Nicole stated, sounding sad. She was hoping by telling him her reasons that it would change his mind.
    Trent said, “Nicole, I don’t know how many times I have to say—”
    “ I have a wife, ma,” she said sarcastically, cutting him off and completing his sentence. Then, she said, “I went out with Treniyah. Don’t worry. I had her pick me up and drop me off by the shopping mall, so your secret is safe.”
    Trent grabbed his keys and yelled out, “Let’s roll.”
     
    *****
     
    They rode in complete silence. Neither one wanted to say good-bye. In Trent’s mind, he still wanted to fuck her from time to time and have her on his team, but he yearned for the love and the warmth of Kendra. She had been down with him for six years, and it was still going strong. Even though he had wifed her up and made it so she wouldn’t have to want for nothing, she still went out and got a job. She knew about his hustle, but she wasn’t interested in the streets. After he dropped Nicole off at her house, he returned home and, immediately, went to work cleaning up.
    Damn! Time flies when you’re not paying attention , Trent thought after he’d been tidying up for two hours, making sure everything was in order before Kendra came home. He had bought some new thousand count bed sheets and a quilt from Bed, Bath, and Beyond. He, then, made sure that Nicole hadn’t left anything behind. He knew how women liked to operate, to make their presence known. Just as he had suspected, Nicole had left a Dear Jane letter in the nightstand on Kendra’s side, but Trent was two steps ahead of the game.
    “ Ha! The games bitches play, but they are no match for the Don Juan,” Trent yelled out.
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 6
     
    The timer on the oven went off, indicating that the roast was now ready. Then, he went to stir the yams and add bacon to the greens. The mac ‘n’ cheese was in the oven, baking to perfection. He knew that this was Kendra’s favorite meal. Although he hustled in the streets, he still knew how to get down in the kitchen. Because of this, his family called him Homeboy or Dee. Everything was perfect. The house was clean and smelling good. Dinner was almost done. Trent was amazed with himself. He patted himself on the back. A few seconds later, Trent’s phone vibrated. He flipped it open and saw it was a message from Kendra. It read: I’M SORRY, TRENT. I’M NOT READY TO COME BACK. PLEASE UNDERSTAND. I LOVE YOU DEARLY, BUT THIS IS ALL TOO SOON. CALL ME IF YOU NEED ME. SMOOCHES, KEN.
    Trent, at that moment, felt as if he had gotten played. He couldn’t do anything but laugh at the situation. Going back on the block wasn’t an option, so he decided to fix himself a plate, smoke, and watch the Lakers whoop on the Celtics.
     
    *****
     
    On the other side