Obsession 3 by Treasure Hernandez

wouldn’t have been able to take care of a baby and go away to college. She’d never had a job during high school. She didn’t have time to work and focus on her grades like she needed to. So she didn’t have any money saved up to even pay for a textbook.
    Asking her mother for any type of assistance when it came to college was out of the question. If Secret didn’t know any better, her mother was a coconspirator right along with Satan to see her fail. Her mother refused to help her in any way, shape, or form when she’d learned of Secret’s pregnancy. So Secret found herself alone and on the streets. It was Lucky and Shawndiece who had conspired to see Secret make it in life.
    Ultimately Lucky had turned on her though and Shawndiece was MIA. Now here stood Ray, who had sort of kinda conspired in a way to help Secret out. After all, if she hadn’t been there that night at the gas station for Secret, no telling what could have happened to her.
    â€œWell, it’s never too late to go back to school,” Ray tried to encourage Secret.
    â€œBut way too soon to go back to jail,” Secret said sadly.
    That was inevitable. There was nothing Ray could say or do to take that burden from Secret.
    â€œIf you don’t mind my asking, what are you locked up for anyway?”
    Secret sighed and proceeded to tell Ray the short version of what happened that day in the car when she and Lucky were pulled over by the police while she was driving her car.
    â€œMa’am, I’m Officer Hawkins with the K - 9 unit. Booser here is a dog trained to sniff out drugs. We have reason to believe drugs might be in that bag. Do we have your permission to check out the content?”
    Secret felt cornered as both officers glared at her. “Ye . . . yes . . . ” Secret started.
    The officer with the K - 9 unzipped the bag while the other kept Lucky detained up against the car. The dog started barking wildly.
    â€œGood boy.” The officer pet his dog, took something out of his pocket, and fed it to the dog. The dog lost interest in the duffle bag and began devouring the snack. “Look what we have here.” He held up a plastic bag full of white stuff to his partner.
    â€œIt ain’t mine.” Those were the words Lucky said and would be forever embedded in Secret’s mind.
    â€œYou’re not going to sit here and tell us that all those drugs belong to your pregnant girlfriend are you? Because unless you tell us the drugs are yours, well . . . ” The officer shrugged. “The car is in her name. The bag was in her car. As far as we’re concerned, the drugs are hers then. So either you man up or we handcuff your girlfriend and haul her and your unborn baby off to jail.”
    â€œThey ain’t mine,” was all Lucky said as he then watched the police officer drag a shocked Secret over to his car and place her in the back seat.
    â€œLi’l Muffin, I don’t even know what to say,” Ray said after hearing Secret’s story.
    Reliving that moment brought tears to Secret’s eyes. “I couldn’t believe he let them handcuff me and take me to jail while I was eight months pregnant.” Secret shook her head. “For the past month I have been lying in that jail cell thinking every night that this was the night his conscience would get to him, not let him sleep. Then every morning I’d wait for the guard to come do like they do in movies.” Secret deepened her voice as if trying to sound like a man. “‘Miller, you’re out of here.’” She sighed. “But that never happened.”
    â€œI don’t understand why you just don’t tell them the truth yourself,” Ray said. “Why are you waiting on some knight in shining armor to come rescue you? Rescue yourself.”
    Secret nodded. “I know; that’s pretty much what Detective Davis out there said. Said I can be a free woman if I help