Page 84 of His Four Leaf Clover

“I want my car keys.” Trent barged into the house and moved her out of his way.

“I don’t have your keys,” Trudy lied. His keys were hidden in a shoe box at the back of her closet so he wouldn’t even know where to start looking for them.

“That’s bullshit, I’ll find them myself.” Trent started opening the drawers in the kitchen, yanking some of them so hard, they crashed to the floor.

“What the hell are you doing? Stop that! Your keys are not here!”

Trudy grabbed his arm to stop him, but he pulled away and kept yanking the drawers out. When he didn’t find his keys, he rushed upstairs towards his parents’ bedroom, hoping to have some luck. Trudy was yelling to the top of her lungs as she watched him destroy her perfectly clean bedroom. She had a small stash of money in her nightstand drawer that he found and stuffed in his pocket. Trudy got into her bed and jumped on his back to stop him from destroying her home.

“Get the fuck up off of me!” Trent flung her across the room like she weighed nothing. Her back hit the wall and she groaned in pain as she slowly got up.

“I’m calling the police!” Trudy was in pain but she ran as fast as she could down the stairs with Trent hot on her trail. She regretted saying anything and she wished she would have just called without alerting him of her plans. Trent got to her phone before she did and slammed it to the floor, making pieces fly all over the kitchen.

“You’re just like every other woman in my life. First, you drugged me and took my car; now, you wanna see me in jail or the crazy house. Yeah, I heard you and your husband talking about locking me away like I’m some kind of maniac.”

“Trenton, no baby, I’m on your side. I only want you to be okay.”

“I am okay! You want me dead just like Clover and the rest of these hoes.” Trent pulled out his knife and flipped it open, making Trudy’s heart rate speed up to a dangerous pace.

“Trent, please, put that away. We can talk about whatever is bothering you.”

Just then, her husband’s words replayed in her head like a song on repeat. She was deathly afraid of being alone with their son, and he was showing her exactly why. Trent was way taller than she was and much stronger too. She was no match for him and she didn’t have anything to defend herself.

Trudy tried to make a run for the door, but a sharp pain to her shoulder halted her movements. She yelled out in pain while grabbing the part of her arm that the knife had just been pulled from. She fell to the floor howling in pain, as he stood over her with a knife like a villain from a scary movie.

“I know, she’s gonna die just like everybody else who tried to kill me,” Trent said, speaking as if someone else was in the room with them.

Trudy looked up at him, but that was no longer her son staring back at her. Trent actually looked like a demon. His eyes were wide and deranged. She was on her back scooting as far away from him as she could.

“Trenton, baby, nobody is trying to kill you. We love you and only want what’s best for you.” Trudy knew that her attempts were in vain.

The voices in his head won. He was talking back to them like they were real. Now, she knew exactly how her husband felt when he had to go through it with his brother. She felt helpless and regretted not getting him some help sooner.

“Lying ass bitch don’t love nobody but herself,” Trent raged as he raised the knife again.

Trudy used her arm to block him from cutting her face. She yelled, as he slashed her arm like a piece of meat. She was in fight mode so she started kicking her legs wildly. Luckily, one of her kicks landed and the knife fell from his hand and slid under the stove. She jumped up and grabbed one of the knives from the wood block on the counter. She swung it at him swiftly and managed to scratch his arm, angering him more.

He grabbed the knife out of her hand and plunged it into her side. He pulled it out and stuck in right back in, making her tumble to the floor. Trudy closed her eyes and made peace with God. She expected Trent to climb on top of her and finish the job. Instead, he kneeled down beside her and wrapped his hands around her neck.

“Trent, no, please.” Trudy’s words were barely audible as she tried to beg for her life. The last thing she remembered was a satisfied smile on his face before everything faded to black.

Satisfied that his mission was accomplished, Trent looked around the kitchen and spotted his mother’s purse on the counter. He rummaged through it and took her debit card and car keys before leaving her lifeless body sprawled out on the kitchen floor.

Trudy’s eyes were closed but she heard voices around her. Something was covering her face, but she was too tired to see what it was. Machines beeped every few seconds, letting her know that she was in the hospital. She was alive and so grateful to God for that alone. She just knew that she was a dead woman but her life was spared.

“Most of the cuts on her arm are defensive wounds and only a small portion of her lung collapsed from the other stab wounds. We’ll continue to monitor her condition with a series of x-rays until the excess air is completely absorbed and her lung has re-expanded. It could take a few weeks but I’m confident that she’ll make a full recovery.”

That was doctor talk, but Trudy was curious as to who he was talking to. Her body felt weighed to the bed but she finally mustered up enough strength to open her eyes. She blinked a few times until everything came into focus. Of all people, she wasn’t expecting to see Melvin sitting there speaking to the doctor. There was an oxygen mask on her face and her arm was bandaged. Her body felt like fireworks of pain was shooting throughout it but she was grateful to be above soil.

“Melvin,” Trudy managed to mumble weakly. Her throat was dry and felt like she had swallowed a few needles.

“Hey there, Mrs. Latimer. I’m sure you’re feeling pretty sore right now, but I’ll get the nurse to get you some pain meds in a minute. You’re a lucky lady.”

Tears fell from Trudy’s eyes, as her doctor told her everything that was wrong with her. It sounded worse than it was, but her heart was broken that it happened at all. Her only son tried to kill her and that hurt worse than any physical pain that anyone could ever inflict on her. She had been in the hospital for two days and there was no telling where Trenton was.

“Thank you.” Melvin stood up and shook the doctor’s hand once he was done talking. He left the room soon after, leaving the two of them alone.

“Where are the girls?” Trudy asked, trying to make small talk. It felt weird being alone with him, and she really didn’t know what to say.