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 9 years ago '05        #1768
LBoogie2122  topics gone triple plat - Number 1 spot x2 OP
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Treach used to Beat Pep's a*s

According to Pepa: When I finally got to see Naughty By Nature perform, I got to know Treach, aka Brad, a whole lot better.

It was a great time. He was so spontaneous and cool. We spent the next few days partying and talking. And the thing that I loved was that he didn't try to sleep with me. We kissed, but that was as far as it went.

I guess he respects me, I thought to myself.

I wasn't some chicken head or groupie. I wasn't some regular chick. I was an established artist, too. Salt-N-Pepa was huge. And he respected and treated me special.

By the time we got back to New Jersey, we were inseparable. Being with him was like that bungee-jump-ride, it was scary and thrilling, it took my stomach and gave me a rush all at the same time. I never knew what to expect from him, and that was both good and bad. I started to see the bad less than a month into our relationship.

We were at a party and I was being my bubbly self, mingling with the other guests. It was a party he brought me to in New Jersey. The thing was, Brad met me being the life of the party, bugging out and having fun, so I didn't think anything about mingling with the guests and being my crazy self. But he was upset. I found out that he thought I was being a little too friendly. When I was ready to go, I went to find him and someone told me he had left.

"Left?" I said.

I came here with him. He was my ride. How could he just leave and not even say anything? I was pissed. I asked someone to take me to his place. I was going to confront him. He couldn't just leave me at a party like that. When I got to his house, I asked him. "How are you going to just leave me like that!"

Before I got out another word, I saw stars. He hauled off and hit me right in the mouth. I was shocked, stunned. He didn't stop there. I had been staying with him at his aunt's place in East Orange and I had my things there. He went and got my stuff, balled up my clothes, and threw them out of the front door.

Confused and angry, I ran onto the streets and started collecting my stuff. My mouth hurt and so did my pride. I called a cab and went home.

The next day he came around talking about how he was sorry. Actually, he didn't even say the words I'm sorry, but he started talking about his childhood and how nobody loved him and how he was feeling that I was playing him out by talking to other people at the party, and he just lost it.

I don't know why, but seeing him like that, all vulnerable and sad, I felt sorry for him. I could see the little boy who was abandoned, whom nobody loved, with all of this pain and anger, and I understood where he was coming from. He had me from that moment. I guess I could even excuse his hitting me. I had been hit before. And I was of the mind-set where I believed that if a man hit me, it meant he cared. For him to get that mad to have that much emotion, he must really care for me.

Source: "Let's Talk About Pep," by Sandy "Pepa" Denton

According to Pepa: I had spent years in denial, running, hiding and covering up for my ex-husband, who I will call "Brad." So many times I went places bruised and having to wear sunglasses or heavy makeup to cover it up. It was embarrassing but for some reason, I rationalized it to myself. He was sick and I was the only one who could make him healthy.

Actor/Director Charles S. Dutton tried to help me move on. He was the director on a movie, "First Time Felon," that Brad and I did together. It also starred Omar Epps.

Wasn't Treach in this movie? Hmmm.

One night Brad and I argued over nothing in particular and he slapped me in my face. He was usually careful about hitting me in my face, especially if we had an appearance or something to do. He had slapped me so hard that my cheek was swollen. The next day, the makeup artist did her best to cover it up but Charles Dutton noticed it.

He didn't really say much to me but he invited me to stay in his apartment for the night while he stayed somewhere else. Charles told me it might be a good idea to clear my mind and be alone.

After the movie wrapped, I got an invitation to hang out with a friend, her fiance was actor Omar Epps. They shared a beautiful house in the hills of California. The fun we had came to a halt when "Brad" showed up unexpectedly.

Omar told me, "Just hear him out, you don't take him back but he did come all this way."

I guess men stick together on things like this.

"Brad" put his stuff in my room, he really didn't have much to say. That night, I fell asleep in his arms. The next thing I knew, I opened my eyes and he's standing over me.

He screamed, "B**ch!, I want a divorce!"

He then grabbed my ring off my finger and threw it at me with all his might. It was like a five-carat diamond and it hit me right in the middle of my forehead.

He grabbed me and yanked me out of the bed. He started slamming me into the headboard. He picked me up by my throat, choking me and he slammed me into the footboard. I felt as if my back had cracked open on the hard metal.

He kept yelling, "F**k you, b**ch!" as he kept punching me.

He then banged my head into the wall several times and continued to choke me, I was scratching with my hands, trying to pull off because I thought he was going to choke me to death. He pulled me back by my hair and slammed me into the railing again. He was going crazy.

Finally, the door swung open. Omar ran in and Kalima was right behind him, screaming and hollering for him to get off me.

Omar was trying to be real calm and cool. "Come on, man, Stop."

Kalima was calling Brad every name in the book and making him angrier but he let go long enough for me to make a run for it. I hit the door and headed to the stairs. He ran after me, and caught me at the top of the staircase. And, he had a handful of my hair with one hand and was choking me with the other one. I was practically dangling over these stairs.

Omar was screaming, "Man, let her go," she's not worth giving up your whole life. Let her go." Brad released his grip and I turned around and hauled a*s out the front door. I ran down the streets screaming, "He's trying to k*ll me."

I know I woke up the whole neighborhood. But, a house two doors down opened its doors to me. I was beaten, bloody, half-nekkid and scared for my life. And while I knew I was never going back, I also wasn't strong enough to tell the truth, I couldn't press charges. I couldn't make him pay. So I lied.

Omar had taken Brad to a local hotel to get him away from me and the police. I didn't speak to him for a long time after that and I never went back.

According to Pepa: When I was released from the hospital after Brad aka Treach burned me with a hot iron and sliced my cornea. Salt came over. She was so sad for me, she said, "Come on, Sandy. You can't keep doing this."

Last edited by LBoogie2122; 03-04-2013 at 03:31 PM..