The Perplexed Procurer

9

Toni Giselle Knoks

There was no doubt in my mind someone had laced my Sweetness. Her behavior was beyond psychotic, her anger was at an all time high, this was a person I never knew to exists. Sadly, I would rather her being home every night with her foot up my ass instead of running the streets for days at a time. I never grew tired, just worried. Worrying about her, her health, and her safety. I never had to fight off bitches or whores, but I did develop a love-hate relationship with my bed.

Leaving every night for the past 30 days, some nights I was successful in finding her high off of her ass downtown, untouched. You would think bag chasing bitches or addicts would've swiped her for all she had, but she had mercy placed upon her by God himself.

I patted Adonis's month old back, bringing him to a nice burp up and after that he was sleeping. My boy was a quiet baby, nothing like himself on his actual birthdate. The girls helped every chance they got, I could say our internal family was beautiful, I thought we were good...I wanted us to be good again. Just a while ago, things were bright. Minnie's test results came back negative, she was healthy as ever. After explaining why I decided not to add that stress on her, Sweetness asked for my hand in marriage.

We had eloped at the courthouse somewhere upstate a few weeks ago—I was now Toni Giselle Smith.

Kissing all three of my babies, I left Adonis in the middle of Minnie and Page. Minnie watched her brother and sister a few nights at a time while I was out looking for Sweetness. And my baby was mature enough to know what was happening, which saddened me as a mother. I didn't want this to be a pattern or normalized in her life, I knew I had to shake this demon from my wife before it crept into our family.

The moon peeked through the slight crack in the heavy drapes, giving the living room an eerie feeling. I had my .22 in my leather thigh high heels, I didn't care if it was midnight, I was on a mission to find my wife. I also knew to never leave the house dressed less than my tax bracket, no matter what time it was.

The Range purred softly as I exited our suburban neighborhood and headed towards downtown area. When I got downtown, I kept the cruise control at five miles, going slow as I could without drawing too much attention to myself.

Whores, addicts, and turning tricks were all that would operate this time of night, I don't know what made Sweetness want to be around this twenty-four-seven.

My index finger pressed the hazard lights down, I seen the curly hair of hers before anything. I looked around, noticing nothing out of the ordinary. "Toni Toneeee," she yelled, throwing her arms around my neck, pushing her private area into my center.

I dodged her kisses, trying to bring us back to the Range before anybody could get a free vehicle. "The truck is right here, baby. You don't want anybody seeing your woman in her glory, huh?" I asked, trying to stop her from sexing me on these pissy, touristy streets. She mumbled in my neck and allowed me to take us back to the truck. Her fingers played with our rings that added extra weight to our hands. I had gotten her one similar to mine, and after begging her to allow me to use my own money, she agreed. Now, she wore that ring like it was super glued to her finger.

Making it home, I helped her walk inside of the garage, into the kitchen which was connected to the garage door. She smelled of the streets, something I had never experienced her to smell like. Between the two of us, we stayed up on hygiene because of how active in the streets we were. This confirmed every suspicion I had regarding her getting laced.