Obsession by Treasure Hernandez

Roach,” he said, introducing himself.
    â€œWe would love to chitchat with you, but we gotta get out of here,” Quick said, as him and Lucky stood in the kitchen.
    â€œOkay, no problem. Give me one second, and I’ll be right back,” Roach said, and he disappeared up the steps.
    Quick and Lucky waited patiently for him to return.
    Ten minutes later Roach returned downstairs with a smile on his face. “Sorry about the wait, but I had to count up that money,” he said, holding out the book bag.
    Quick gladly accepted the book bag. “Can I have a glass of water before I go, please?”
    â€œSure,” Roach said, and he turned to head toward the refrigerator.
    As soon as he turned around, Quick pulled out his 9 mm and shot him in the back of the head, and Roach’s body dropped face-first to the floor as blood stained the refrigerator door.
    Just as Quick and Lucky headed for the door, they heard footsteps coming down the stairway. Lucky quickly pulled out his TEC-9 and aimed it at the bottom of the steps.
    Roach’s wife and two little daughters came downstairs and froze when they saw two men standing in their kitchen with guns. Roach’s wife looked down and saw her husband laid out on the floor and began to cry.
    Quick looked at the woman and two kids and stuck his gun back in his waistband. “Come on, let’s get outta here,” he said.
    â€œA’ight,” Lucky replied, and he squeezed the trigger, waving his arms back and forth.
    Quick watched in horror as the TEC-9 bullets chopped up Roach’s wife and two daughters, leaving their bodies smoking.
    When the two got back in the car, Quick just glared at Lucky.
    â€œWhat?” Lucky said as he pulled off. “They saw our face.”
    Quick didn’t reply. He just kept quiet, not believing what Lucky had just done.
    â€œI just saved our asses,” Lucky said. He didn’t want to kill Roach’s wife and kids, but he felt he was left with no choice. They saw him and Quick’s faces, so they had to go.
    Lucky pulled up in front of Ivy’s apartment and placed the car in park. “You chilling in the crib for the rest of the night?”
    â€œYeah, I’m done for the night.” Quick gave Lucky dap and headed inside the crib.

“Same Ole, Same Ole”
    Tiffany stepped off the bus, and instantly her stomach began to hurt just from all the pain and drama that she knew wasn’t far away. She took her time as she walked into the projects. After what went down earlier at the restaurant, she knew Blake was not going to be in a good mood at all. She didn’t want to go back to him, but she felt as if she didn’t have a choice. No matter where she went, she knew Blake would find her.
    She stepped off the elevator and nervously walked down the hallway until she reached the door. She stuck her key in the lock, unlocked the door, and entered the apartment. As soon as she stepped foot in the apartment, she spotted Blake sitting on the couch with a blunt in his mouth and a bottle of Absolut on the coffee table in front of him.
    Blake stood up off the couch, but Tiffany spoke before he got a chance to say a word.
    â€œBaby, I’m sorry about what happened earlier. I swear, I didn’t mean for that to happen,” she pleaded. She was just hoping that he believed her.
    â€œSo you left me to go fuck with that nigga Quick?” Blake asked in a calm tone as he slowly walked over to Tiffany. He could tell she was terrified, just from the look on her face.
    â€œNo, baby. I was at my mother’s house, I swear.”
    The look on Blake’s face told Tiffany that he didn’t believe a word she said.
    Blake’s arm shot out, and Tiffany flinched, thinking he was about to hit her, but instead he snatched her pocketbook. He removed the sixteen hundred dollars she had saved up and tossed her pocketbook down to the floor.
    â€œYou walking around with all this cash,