I thought about that question for a while then answered,
“Hell no! Do you think I would have stayed with him if I knew
he liked men?”
“Well, he might be trying to get you back for sleeping
with Byron.”
Right then anger shot from my feet to my head. I walked
over to Eric and slapped him right across the face. Eric jumped up
and I closed my eyes and braced myself for a punch but it never
happened. I opened my eyes and Eric was still standing there with
his head turned in the direction of the slap. I took a few steps backwards with my eyes fixed on Eric. He just stood there like a statue. He didn’t move and he didn’t speak a word. I figured this
would be a good time for me to go kick Brandon’s ass a little. I walked back into Eric’s bedroom where Michelle and
Brandon were. As I stood to the door, I saw Brandon consoling
Michelle. All I could see was her still swollen face, lying on my
man’s shoulder.
“Damn bitch, you still at it huh? You are just determined
to get with my man!”
She looked up, and saw me coming right at her. She tried to
hurry to her feet but I guess her weight shifted and she fell back as
she tried to stand. By the time she hit the ground, I was standing
over her, kicking her in the side and anyplace else my foot could
find. This was gonna be an ass whippin’ she was gonna remember
for a long time. Eric heard her screaming and ran in the room.
Brandon had walked to the other side of the room and watched as I
kicked the hell out of her. Eric ran in and pushedme on the bed and
helped Michelle up and walked her out of the room.
“I’ma whip your ass bitch! You wait, I got something for
ya!” Michelle screamed as Eric pulled her out the room. She
kicked and yelled all the way into the front room. All I could
hear was her constant yelling about how she had something for
me and how I was gonna get mine.
I turned my attention to Brandon. The love of my life.
The man I wanted to marry. The man that my family loves so
much. The man that I’ve been with since forever. He was
standing on the other side of the bed from me, looking like a lost
child. I wanted to cry, but anger kept that from happening. “What
the hell are you thinking Brandon!” He just stood there with the
dumbest damn look on his face. I could tell his mind was
working overtime to come up with a good lie to tell me. “See, what had happened was that...” From the first six
words of that sentence, I knew bullshit was following. “Just stop right there. Let me save you from telling a damn
lie!” His mouth closed, as he knew I was on to him. He walked
around the room, looking for his clothes. Like everything was allgood. My emotions got the best of me when he acted as if
everything was fine.
“What the fuck’s your problem Brandon? We were
supposed to get married. We were supposed to be in love. How
could you do this to me? And what hurt most of all is that you
did this with my roommates!”
He kept picking up his clothes never once acknowledging
me. At that point I lost all control.
“Brandon, talk to me damn it! I just caught you fucking
another man and you’re not going to say anything about it!” Brandon swung around with a hate filled look on his face.
“You caused this Tracy! Remember when you cheated on me back
in Miami. How the fuck do you think I felt. He was my teacher,
Tracy. He was my mentor. I looked up to him and you knew that,
but that didn’t stop you from sleeping with him did it!” I was stunned. He turned it back on me. I was speechless.
Then it hit me. The conversation Michelle and I had in the car
that day when she asked me if I thought Brandon had really
forgiven me for cheating on him. I though, that dirty bitch knew
all along what was going on and didn’t tell me. Sheplayed me
the entire time.
“Yeah Tracy, it don’t feel so good to be cheated on, does
it! Then to make matters worse you came up here and cheated
with him again. You left the state to come up here and cheat, this
time without me finding out about it. You got the nerve to stand
here and judge me! You running around calling people sluts, but
look at you! Look at yourself for a second!”
Normally, if Brandon and I got into it, he knew justwhat
to say to break me down. I am a ball of jell-o whenit comes to
him. I knew I had to stand strong, if not, the situation would only
get worse for me.
“Yeah I cheated on you, but at least I cheated with the
opposite sex. Tell me something, when did you become a fag?” I
balled up my fist because I just knew he was going to come at me
for that comment. His eyes tightened. His fist clenched but he didn’t
make a move towards me. I don’t know what made me start going
off, but I could not control myself. “That’s why I cheated on you in
the first place. I needed a real man. A man that could make me feels good. Not a man that wanted me to fuck him up his ass. Hell, all you had to do was ask me, I would have got a strap on
and tore your ass up if that’s what you wanted.”
At this point, all I wanted to do was hurt him. I wanted
him to feel the pain that I was feeling at that moment. I said
things I knew weren’t true, but I wanted to hurt his feelings, his
manhood, anything I could.
“You know what Tracy, I would expect you to say
something like that, I really would.”
“Why is that?”
“Because if you’ll kill a man, there is no depth to which
you won’t sink.”
My eyes widened and filled with water. Tears started
rolling down my face, but not because I was hurt byhis words,
but because of anger. I felt my hands start to tremble. I wanted to
grab his throat and squeeze till my fingers crushed his esophagus. “You dirty muthafucka,” I said, in a cold, low tone. “You
know damn well I could never kill anybody. But I am mad
enough right now to damn sure try to kill you.”
A nasty smile made its way across his face. He chuckled a
little
“What the fuck is so funny!” I yelled, irately. He walked over to me and whispered, “I know you didn’t
kill him. But all the fingers are pointed at you huh?”
A sick feeling came over me. I was confused and couldn’t
speak.
“Let me break it down for you.” He sat on the edge of the
bed and began his story. “I killed Byron.”
My mouth fell open. There was no way under the sun I
was in love with a person that could do such a thing. He continued. “Michelle told me that the two of you were
still getting together. I wanted you all to myself. Obviously you
felt differently than I did. So, Michelle told me where his class
was and what kind of car he drove and I waited on him to show
up for work.
“When he pulled into the parking lot, I quickly pulled up
next to him. The funny part was he was actually happy to see me. It was like old times again. As he got out his car, I walked over to him and threw one arm over his shoulder to hug him and I shoved a knife into his stomach. I placed my hand over his mouth and shoved him bac
k into the car. I began to stab him repeatedly in the chest. I don’t know how many times I stabbed
him, but when I was finished there was blood everywhere. “To my surprise, not a single soul was in the parking lot at
that time. I guess that was a sign that it was his time to go. ’Cause
you know in movies and books it’s always somebody that just
happened to see you right before you’re done and walking away.”
I was dumbfounded. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to do. All I could do was sit there and stare at him. “I killed him for us.”
“For us? What the hell are you talking about?” “I took him out of our lives forever. It can be just you and me now baby.”
“Hell no it can’t! You killed somebody. You took a life. Somebody’s son is no longer here because of you, and you think that I’m silly enough to want you after all of that? Ride or die chick, my ass. I ain’t one of them.”
He looked at me with a very disturbing look. I knew nothing good was about to come out of his mouth. “Fine then. I guess your ass will fry for his murder. Don’t forget, you’re still the primary suspect. And when I tell them how you killed him because he was about to tell your boyfriend that ya’ll were sleeping together, and when Michelle shows them thetape she has of ya’ll fuckin’ in the front room a few days ago, oh, I’ll say it’s an open and shut case. But it doesn’t have to end like this for us. Marry me and I’ll make it all go away.”
I almost passed out. “What did you just say? Marry
you?” “Yes.”
“Hell no!”
“Have it your way, dumb ass!” Brandon turned to walk out of the room. He stopped at the door and looked at me. “Oh yeah, before I forget, I’ll make sure the murder weapon is found somewhere in this house after the police come and take your ass to jail.”
Chapter 19
Michelle “That bitch don’t know who she’s fuckin’ with.” I couldn’t help but walk around screaming at the top of my lungs. Not only did she attack me but she scratched up my face. Eric and I walked into my room so I could put on some clothes. I sat on the edge of my bed and decided it was time to put Miss Thing away for a while. I reached for the phone. Eric stopped me before I could pick it up.
“Who are you about to call?” “The police!” I tried to reach for the phone again but he stopped me again.
“Why are you gonna get them involved?”
“That ho just attacked me. Look at my face. I have swelling and scratches everywhere, and you don’t think I should press charges?”
“You were fucking her man! She was supposed to kick your ass!”
“Well, I was the only one that got attacked. If I remember it correctly, there was three naked people in that bed not just one!” With that, I pushed Eric’s hand off the phone and started dialing the number.
He looked at me like he wanted to knock the phone out of my hand. I’m sure he actually thought about doing it for a second, but his good judgment got to him.
The 911 operator picked up the line. “911, is this an emergency?”
“Yes, I was just attacked by my roommate.” I tried to sound if I was distraught and crying. My voice trembled as I spoke.
“Police are on the way, is your roommate still there?”
“Yes, she’s in the next room. Please tell them to hurry. I
don’t know if she’s coming back in my room. Please hurry up!” Now getting dressed, Eric stood in my doorway and watched my Oscar Award winning performance. I was so good, I even had a few tears drop from my eyes to fool myself. I put my hand over the phone so the 911 operator couldn’t hear what I was telling Eric. That bitch got this coming to her ass. I told her a long time ago I’ll fuck her up if she ever crossed me.
A few minuets later, we heard a knock at the door. I started talking to the operator again.“I think the police are here now,” I said, voice still shaking.
“Okay. If you need any further assistance, call me back.” “Thank you so much. You’ve been a great help.” I hung up the phone and walked to the door. I looked out
the peephole, and sure enough, two police officers were standing there. Eric, walking next to me, asked, “You can’t be serious about this?”
“Shit, ’bout to get a whole lot worse for old girl in a second.” When I opened the door the two cops immediately saw the scratches and the bruises on my face.
“Are you all right Miss?” One of the officers asked, while the other one walked into the house to look around.
I had gone back into character for the police. The voice was trembling again. The tears were flowing it was beautiful. “No officer, I’m not okay. My roommate just jumped on me. She hit me from behind and got on top of me, pinned my arms under my body, and proceeded to punch and scratch me in the face.”
“Is this gentleman your roommate?”
He looked at Eric and placed his hands on his handcuffs.
“Yes sir, he is my roommate, but not the one that jumped on me. She’s in the other room.”
The other police officer walked to Tracy’s room and knocked on the door.
“Police, is anybody in there?”
I heard the door open.
“Please step into the front room,” the officer ordered. Brandon and Tracy both walked into the front room where Eric and I were already sitting on the sofa. I made a few more tears roll down my face for the added effect it would have on the police. As if the mere sight of her made me break down with fear.
One officer took me in the kitchen while the other stepped outside with Tracy.
The officer I was with was so sweet and caring. He was professional. I felt like he had my safety as his main concern. “So tell me what happened,” he asked me as I sat to the kitchen table.
I broke down again to make sure he knew I was hurting. Taking short quick breaths and with tears flowing, I said, “I’m so scared right now. I don’t know if I did the right thing by calling you.”
“Why are you scared?”
“Because I know she’s going to come after me
again.” “Why did she come after you the first time?”
“Because I found out that she killed Byron Caldwell.”
“That’s the guy that was murdered this morning isn’t it?”
“Yes.” I knew I had the officer right where I wanted him. With these bruises on my face and a still-hot murder case, I knew almost anything I said would be enough for them to put her away.
“Are you telling me that your roommate murdered Mr. Caldwell?”
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you. She killed him because he was going to tell her family that they were sleeping together. He was so happy to have her; he wanted the world to know.”
The officer was almost giddy. He knew he had a murder case in which he could say he solved. His eyes were bright, and all of a sudden he was Mr. Professional. All that caring stuff went right out the window.
“Did she confess this to you?”
“Yes she did. I found a tape of her and Byron making love right here in the front room. I didn’t know she was behind me while I was watching it. She became irate with me. I was trying to find a blank tape to record my favorite soap opera on. She asked me why I was watching her have sex, and I told her it was a mistake. She began cursing me out about it. I thought we were just gonna get into a verbal altercation about it. I said a few words, I
think something along the lines of, I know Byron’s happy he don’t have to put up with your silly ass anymore. I turned to walk away and that’s when she hit me in the head. I fell to the ground and she turned me over, pinned my arms under me, and started hitting me in the face.”
The officer looked like he was ready to burst at the seems, waiting on me to get to the confession part.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that, but did she confess to the murder?”
“Yes. When she was on top of me she said I should kill your ass the same way I killed Byron.”
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��Did anyone else hear her say this to you?”
I looked up and behind the officer was Brandon walking up. He was nodding his head in a yes motion.
“Yes sir, her boyfriend heard her say
it.” “Her boyfriend? Is he still here?”
“Yes, he’s right over there.”
I pointed to Brandon who was standing in the entranceway to the kitchen.
“Are you the
boyfriend?” “Yes sir.”
“Tell me what happened.”
Brandon looked at me and started telling his version “Well, when I walked in, Tracy was already on top of Michelle. At first I kinda just stood and watched. You know, being a guy, you always want to see two women fight just in case a titty pops out or something.”
The officer and I both smirked a little and let Brandon get back to telling his story. “I saw Tracy starting to really inflict some punishment to Michelle’s face, so I decided to put an end to the fight. I reached down to grab Tracy when I heard her say. I should kill you like I killed Byron.
I guess that was all the officer needed to hear. About the time we were wrapping up in the kitchen Tracy and the other officer were walking back in the house. We all stood on separate sides of the front room while the two officers talked to one another. I was standing next to Brandon and, Tracy and Eric were
standing together.
Tracy looked over at me “Damn, I hate you,” she said.
The officers turned around and looked her right in the eyes and walked over to her. “Please turn around and put your hands on your head.”
Tracy’s mouth fell open. I looked at Eric and his was wide open as well. The officer repeated himself. This time Tracy did as she was told.
As he pulled his handcuffs from his belt, he told Tracy the charges against her. “You are under arrest for Aggravated Battery and for the murder of Byron Caldwell.”
Tracy spun around with one arm in the handcuffs “I didn’t murder anybody! What the fuck are you talking about?” The officer tried to turn her back around so he could get the other cuff on her. Tracy tried to pull away as she pleaded her case. “This is bullshit. I didn’t kill anybody. Brandon killed Byron!” We all stood and watched as the police had to throw Tracy on the ground to get the other cuff on her. When they got the other cuff on, they read Tracy her rights as they walked her out the house. On the way out the door she constantly repeated herself “I didn’t kill anybody, Brandon did it.”
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