latoya h.
"and you suspect that your wife has something to do with the death of troy smith?"
"yes."
"could you maybe tell us how and why you think she was somehow involved."
"well, you guys said that the time of death was around eight. last week on our trip, we took pictures, and somehow, she wouldn't stop asking me if i posted them exactly at eight. i didn't suspect anything until the next day in which was the day i had gotten informed about troy's death."
"has your wife and smith gotten into any fights or anything related to that?"
"yeah, multiple times. i always ask what's going on, and she tells me it's nothing."
"and you're positive your wife was involved in this?"
"one hundred percent." an officer walked in holding a folder.
"capt, we have the file for a taraji henson."
"that your wife?"
"yes, sir."
"okay, thank you, williams. alright, uh.. oh, she was arrested for abuse last year and was released three months ago. also murder, probation violation, and possession of a deadly weapon– oh wow.."
"oh wow? what does that mean?"
"all of those charges were dismissed at the court hearing, and each of her cases was closed in less than a few weeks of being charged. that's strange, but those are the judges' orders. wow"
"she's mentally ill with the worst temper. not to mention last week also, she held me over the ledge of the yacht and cut my arm so that my blood could drip so a group of sharks surrounded me. her baby's mother had to save me because she had actually let me go."
"and what caused her to do something so dangerous?"
"because i called her crazy. she hates that word. it triggers something in her."
"so if you know she hates it, why call her that and not expect that reaction out of her? it was wrong, but you also have to take accountability for your actions."
"i know, but whenever im upset, i just let anything fly out my mouth."
"okay, we will have a chat with mrs.henson today. if you hear anything else, don't hesitate to let us know, please, and thank you."
"i will, and no, thank you so much."
"my pleasure."
with that, i left. i was gonna break down again like i've been doing for almost two weeks now. i won't stop until taraji is in prison for life. i know she was involved, and im gonna prove it. they let her get away with too much cruel shit and it needs to stop– it will stop.
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i pulled into my driveway. my mom's car was gone– she didn't tell me they were leaving. she would've called me prior. i called her as i stepped out of my car.
"what gal?" she answered.
"hey, where you go?"
"me and the girls are out shopping. we will be back in an hour."
"mom, it's almost eight o clock. bring them back before dark, please."
"you know i will, toya."
"okay, later." i turned on my safety alarm and put my keys down. i did a nice stretch. it was quiet and peaceful. not hearing troys voice upon entrance made me a little emotional all over again.
