Page 16 of Welcome to the Heart Of A Maniac
“We’re running late for his doctor’s appointment. He didn’t want to leave the house without his toy truck. He had me looking all over for that shit.”
“You want to call me back after you get from the appointment?” I didn’t really want anything, was just calling to let her know the information that I learned about the people that I was supposed to deal with for only God knows how long.
“Yeah. I’ma call you soon as I leave from there.”
“Okay.”
Getting up from bed, I went into the bathroom and turned on the faucet. My hair looked a mess. I’d balled it up on top of my head because I have a hair appointment this morning for a VIP luxury silk press. That be the highlight of my month. The way Tabitha be massaging the hell out of my scalp. Oh my God. Her hands are sent from heaven.
Grabbing my floss, I flossed, brushed my teeth, rinsed my mouth, and then washed my face. My appointment is in a couple of hours, which leaves me enough time to make it to get breakfast and a coffee from 7Brew.
Once I was done, I went back into my bedroom and found me something to wear. I decided on a pair of denim shorts, an oversized gray sweater, some black stockings underneath the shorts and a pair of gray and white Nikes. Grabbing my purse off the dresser, I headed out of the room and stopped in the kitchen along the way.
Smoke laid in front of his bowl, waiting for me to give him some food. “Hey, boy.” Placing my purse on the counter, I went over to the pantry and grabbed their food out of there. As I dumped his food into his bowl, I noticed that their water was low, so I refilled the container.
“See you later boy.” I stroked his head, and he snapped at me. Feisty ass.
Grabbing my purse, I headed for the door and pulled it open. My right foot went out and it touched nothing. I jumped back and looked out the door to see that my porch was missing. Shutting the door, the wind slapped me in the face. I closed myeyes and counted, “One, two, three…” and then opened the door again for my porch to still be gone.
Removing my phone from my purse, I dialed Uncle Trayvon’s number. Someone has to be playing a joke on me right now. Who in their right mind would steal a fucking porch?
“Hey, baby girl,” he said soon as he answered.
“Someone stole my porch!” I screamed.
“What do you mean they stole your porch?”
“Exactly what I said! It’s nothing there!” I stuck my foot out there and swung it in the air. Nothing.
“Did you check yo’ camera to see who did it?”
I hadn’t thought that far ahead. “I’m checking it now.” Removing the phone from my ear, I placed it on speaker and went to the Ring application. When I pulled it up, I saw Maniac’s ass standing on my porch with another guy. He leaned down into the camera and blew me a kiss. Fast forward, the guy that was up there with him removed my got damn porch!
“I’m gon’ kill him.” Rage coursed through my frame, which led to the words that seeped from my lips. I’d never killed anyone in my life before, but Maniac is gon’ make me strangle his ass before it’s over with.
“Who?” Uncle Trayvon asked. I almost forgot he was on the phone.
“Maniac took my porch. Call him and tell him to bring it back now.”
“I’ll call him and see what’s going on. Give me a few minutes. I’ll call you back.” The phone beeped, and I shut the door.
Beeping could be heard from outside. It started out in the distance and then grew closer to me. I ran over to the living room window and looked out to see an eighteen-wheeler backing up to my trailer. Lifting the window, I yelled, “Hey, what are you doing!” only for him to not be able to hear me because he was still inside the truck.
Once the truck was fully backed up to my trailer, the driver’s door opened and he hopped out. “What are you doing?” He looked up at me but didn’t say a word just began hooking my trailer to the truck. “Uh, hello! Do you not see me in here!” That man pretended as if I wasn’t hanging out the window. “Mr.!”
Once he was done, he got back into his truck and my trailer jerked. I wobbled, struggling to hold my footing. “First my porch and now my whole trailer!” I immediately called Uncle Trayvon back because whatever he was doing, ain’t working.
“Trayvon! He’s stealing my trailer with me in it!” I yelled, still not believing what was happening.
“He’s sending me straight to voicemail. I’m not sure what’s going on.”
“What have y’all gotten me into?” I eased down onto the couch, not wanting to slip and slide all over the floor. I’m sure whatever he’s doing is very much illegal. No one is supposed to move a trailer with someone inside it. “I’m calling the police.”
“Wren, please don’t. I’m going to handle it.”
“Like you did when you sold me to him? I’m calling them.” I ended the call before he was able to try and talk me out of it. Dialing nine one one, I waited ’til they picked up.
“Nine one one, what’s your emergency?” the woman’s voice came through the line.
