Trigganometry (COMPLETED)

Dead Wrong pt.2

As if on cue, Layla had texted me, asking to meet up, after last night. Serenity was right there and the look on her face was almost emotionless, like she literally couldn't find the words, to describer her feelings. I felt bad. We aren't together and we could never be but I just feel like this entire situation is making it even worse. Who would've known that the student that like Trey Songz the least, would be the one that means the most?

I pull up to Layla's house, wired and nervous. They didn't put a normal wire, under my shirt, just in case things got heated sexually. Serenity wasn't too pleased, for some reason. Instead, I'm wearing a watch with a listening device on it. If need be, I speak the code word "banana" into it and they'll breach. They're high tech, in this police department. "Hey, I'm glad you came back." As cold as it is, Layla answers her door in a short black jumpsuit. I'd be lying to myself, if I said she didn't look sexy as hell but I'm not here for that. "What's up?" I smile as she lets me in. I gotta play it cool for a while. I gotta figure out how to bring this shit up, without alarming her.

After talking to her for about 15 minutes, I figured out what to do. I walked over to her TV stand and picked up a family picture. "So why is your husband all over the house but never here?" I ask. She puts down the wine bottle she had in her hand. She sighs, before speaking. "Maxwell's job is way more important than me, okay?" I definitely didn't expect that answer. "What job is so important that he can't stay home with you and the kids?" I ask. She looks down and it's almost as if she wanted to cry. "Sorry, I didn't mean to.." "It's okay. Um...our kids passed away shortly after their first birthday. They were twins. We got into an accident and they didn't make it." "I'm sorry to hear that." "Thank you. I don't remember much because I was in a coma, for a few months. I knew Max blamed me for it, but he never admitted it. It's been 4 years and he's been taking business trips, ever since. I think he has another family or something. I don't know." "Then why are you still with him?" "I love him. He knows that. Sometimes I also feel guilty that I'm the reason our babies are gone so I have no right to leave him."

I let her gather herself, before getting into why I'm here. "I'ma be honest with you Layla." I say and step a little closer. "We probably could've been something, if you weren't married and if you weren't plotting against me." My words shock her. "What...what do you mean?" She asks nervously. "I found everything. The pictures, the binder, the condom. Why would you do this?" "You went through my things?!" She yells. "Yes! Who doesn't sneak around someone's house when they first come over?" I can't tell her that was my only reason for coming over. "Just be honest with me." She sighs. "You didn't choose me." She says. "What?" "You chose Serenity, over me. When you left the party, after that encounter, it was clear to me." "Layla, there's nothing going on between Serenity and I. I was just upset that her trash ass boyfriend was getting her into this drama. And then to see the three of you plotting against me. What the hell?" "Yea it was Jazmine's idea. She came to me, after you left and got Taj involved." "Wait, so it wasn't you that started this?" "No. She knew I had access to Taj's transcripts and everything else just fell into place.

I sit down, on one of her bar stools. I knew Jazz was crazy but not like this. "Why were you trying to get pregnant though?" "My husband would never have another baby with me so when she brought me the plan, I ran with it." "You were going to say I forced you, though." "I'm sorry. I knew you wouldn't agree to have a baby with me and I didn't want to drug you, so poking the condom was my best shot." I can't even believe this girl. "What would you have told your husband?" "Every once in a while, he'll have sex with me, so I figured I'd tell him it's his." "And Jazz came up with this plan?" "Mostly. She said some guy she has business with helped her." She scratches her head. "She said some weird shit like Butcher. No wonder he could think of some shit like that." She laughs. My heart drops. Little does she know, her own husband set her up. I don't even know how to continue right now. 

"I think I've heard that name before though." I finally say. "Really? That's a real person?" She fixes us glasses of wine. I pull up my phone and search the name. Sure enough, Maxwell's picture pops up. I don't know any other way to get her to talk. "Umm...Layla." I say, before showing her my phone. "Look at this person closely." She holds my phone, for about 15 seconds, before realizing who it is. She drops my phone, in the sink. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry...I just...that can't be real!" She freaks out, as she pulls my phone out of the water. Thankfully it's my work phone. "What does your husband do for a living?" I ask, trying to get something out of her. "He's a business owner in real estate. He said that's why he's always out of town. He takes on high end clients, from other cities and they want him specifically." "Where has he been lately?" "Seattle, New York, California." I look up the Butcher incidents and of course they line up with Maxwell's visits. 

"Oh my God. He set me up to set you up? Why would he do that?" "I honestly don't know. Where is he now?" "Right here, nigga." I hear a man's voice come from the basement door. I turn around and it's the Butcher holding a gun straight at me. "Baby what are you doing?" Layla asks. "The better question is what the hell you doing? My boy said there was some police chatter about me, so I come check on you. I find you with ol boy. You cheating on me, Layla?" He asks. Now, I'm confused. "Excuse me?!" Layla yells, like there isn't a gun 5 feet from my face. "You're the one that talked to Jazmine and got us in this bullshit!" He looks shocked that she knows. He looks around and continues to hold the gun up. "Who else knows?" He asks. "What the hell? You need to tell me what's going on? Why would you want me to get pregnant by him?!" "He ruined my life!!" He yelled. It scared us both, real shit. "Man, I don't even know you." I say. My hands are up on each side. I pray to God he doesn't shoot.

 "You helped take away the only person I truly loved." He starts trembling. "I have no idea what you're talking about, I swear." I say, desperately. "Trayvon." He says, as a tear rolls down his eyes. Trayvon was one of my boys, that got killed in that whole drug deal bust. He treated us like younger brothers "What, I didn't kill him. That was my boy." I say. "Yea but you let them kill him and you said nothing! Why didn't you come forward? Word on the street is that you were there that day and saw everything. Why didn't you tell them what happened and who was there? Why didn't get justice for him?" He cries. To be honest, I can't blame him. Had I said something, Trayvon could've been buried sooner and with his family. He was held as evidence, for four months. It drove social media crazy. "Baby who is Trayvon?" Layla asks. "He was the one I was going to marry, Layla. Not you. You were just a rebound of a terrible loss. I never expected you to get pregnant. After Trayvon's death, I was so angry that killing became a hobby to me. I did it well too." Layla gasps and gags. Her tears start flowing and wondering if the police is really going to make me same "banana" to bring their ass in here.

"So you did all of this because of him?!" She points at me. "You damn right. Once I saw he was going to be working with you, I put a plan into action. I knew his hoeing ass would get caught up in some shit and I was just waiting to put it all into play." He says, like I'm not standing right here. "You made it so easy, once I found out you wanted a lil piece of him." He says, to her. "Well this shit ends now! I want a divorce!" Layla yells. "Oh we will. But first, I'm just going to tell the police that I believed you, when you cried rape, and I shot Trey in self defense. You're going to get in the shower and say you washed away the filth you felt. Then they're going to find that little binder of yours and all four of you go to jail." He really has thought this entire shit through. I can't just randomly say banana. "Just kill me. I can't go to jail. But at least let me have a banana split, as my last dessert." I say. "Nigga, what? I'm not going to kill you. I want you to suffer! Trayvon was the best thing that ever happened to me." "What about our kids? Did you at least love them?" Layla cries. "I didn't want them damn kids. Who the hell do you think loosened your brakes? You didn't die with them so I had to make another plan." I watched as Layla's heart breaks.

The police bust in and the Butcher turns around. I make a run for it and hide behind the kitchen island. They're able to apprehend the Butcher, before he can shoot his gun. I stand back up and Layla's still standing there, by the sink. "Layl..." Before I can finish her name, she grabs a huge steak knife and stabs herself, in the chest. "Layla, no!" I yell and run toward her. "We need a medic!!" An officer yells. They move me out of the way and I watch as she lays in her own blood.