I parked my car and opened the trunk to remove my shopping bags. As I was getting ready to close it, I felt something sharp against the side of my neck, pricking my skin. A hand slipped over my mouth, and I was so afraid that I dropped my bags on the ground. “One question. Where is my son?” I sighed from relief, but I could tell in his voice that he wasn’t in the best mood. He released his hand from my mouth, but held me around my neck. The sharp object remained there as well. “I told you he was at my mama’s house, didn’t I? Now, let me go and move that blade away from my neck.” Tremaine added more pressure to the blade and threatened to cut me. “Game over. Go inside, call your mama and tell her I’m coming to get my son. If you don’t, I swear the police gon’ find this sexy-ass body of yours in a bag somewhere stankin’.” I’d be the first to admit that there were plenty of times when Tremaine and me went to blows with each other. He didn’t hesitate to put his hands on me, and I never hesitated to fight back.
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