Passionate BetrayalsBy: TN Jones
As my mind went back to our first night encounter, there was a knock at my door. I tied my housecoat and informed the individual at my door that I would be there in a moment. When I opened my front door, I didn’t see anyone, but I saw an envelope with my name on it. I picked it up and tore it open. An ultrasound picture was inside the envelope; the name was blacked out. My mouth dropped open and tears fell down my face. Someone was being an asshole because I’d miscarried my child by J.P., and it was hard for me to become pregnant again, or it was someone that J.P. gotten. Either way, the picture was too much for me. I hurried to my cellphone to call his ass. As I was getting ready to press the send button a call came through, and I answered it.
“Hello,” I spoke into the receiver.
“Is this Latrice?” a female voice asked.
“Yes it is. Who is asking?” I replied in a white girl voice, while my hands sat on my hips.
“That’s not important. What’s important is the message you received today on your doorstep.” The female voice laughed.
“Don’t be coming by my house dropping off a damn thing. That shit wasn’t cute. If you want to address me, do it in a womanly manner!” I screamed before hanging up the phone. The phone rang again, and I sent it straight to voicemail. Soon after, a text message came from the same number that I talked to the female on.
954-555-0990: You ain’t the only one he’s gotten pregnant. This is my fourth time being pregnant for him. I like how cute y’all be at your Nana’s house. I’m forever gonna be in his life. Tell my baby daddy I said hello, and I can’t wait to see him. The jokes on you lil silly trick!
There was no way in hell I was going to respond to that message. I was not going to waste my time and energy confronting him on the crap. Like always, J.P. will come home to me and only me. I don’t have to worry about these lil chicks thinking he ain’t gonna ask them to get an abortion. I had better things to do with my time, and arguing over J.P. wasn’t one of them, so I called my Nana to see what she was doing for the day.
“Hey sweetie. I was wondering when you was going to call me,” Nana said. Nana was my paternal grandmother. She’s a cool elderly lady in her mid-fifty’s. She was queen of the south. No one dared to mess with her. She was involved with all sorts of stuff when she was younger. She loved telling J.P. her wrist game was better than his. That lady would whip out a gun or knife on your ass with the quickness. When she pulled it out, trust and believe, she was going to use it.
“I’m good. What are you doing today?” I innocently asked her.
“Chilling.” she replied. Nana tickled me when she used younger people’s slang. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“I’m finna put on some clothes and slide through. Is that okay?”
“Yes baby that is.”
“Is everything okay?” she questioned me in a worried tone.
“Yes and no,” I responded.
“Do I need to shoot someone about you?” she asked. I knew she was serious as a heart attack, so I had get her mind off that topic
“No Nana, you don’t have to shoot anyone about me.” I laughed.
“I have to protect you more, since your parents and siblings died.” I hated when people brought that up, because it put me in a place that I didn’t want to be.
“I know. Now hang up the phone so I can get dressed and come over to your house, lady,” I sighed.
We ended the call and I was excited about going over Nana’s house, because it was the best solution for me today. She would make me forget about the conversation I just had with a random chick. I needed to feel real love, get some advice, and protection from the one person that had my best interest at heart—my Nana.
The stress of the job and someone calling and emailing me had me on edge. I couldn’t figure out for the life of me who was trying to get payback. I wanted to know who had access to those photos. More importantly, who took those photos? My brain was on beast mode, trying to figure out who had such powerful information. However, I had to cut my thoughts short, because there were other personnel in the elevator with me. I greeted them casually.
“Good morning. I hope you have a great time at the meeting this morning,” the short, stocky male said, with a sarcastic laugh.
“What? A meeting? Please tell me you are kidding?” I questioned him.
“No sir, I am not kidding. I overheard the higher officials talking about an emergency meeting for the fourth-floor agents this morning. You are on the fourth floor right?” the short stocky male inquired.
“Yes, I am.” I said as I shook my head and blew out air. I knew it’s going to be some shit up in there. Ain’t that something, I thought.
The short, stocky man wished me luck as I got off on the fourth floor. When I walked onto the floor, I felt the heat coming from everyone. Not one individual was ready for the meeting. Hell, I wasn’t ready for the meeting. I walked over to one of the agents and decided to see what the purpose of the meeting.
“Hey, why are we having a meeting today?” I asked, hoping he knew.