Free Obsession by Treasure Hernandez

the back to Mr. Richardson’s office. “Hey. You got a minute?” she asked.
    â€œWhat’s on your mind?” Mr. Richardson sat down the paperwork he was going over and gave Tiffany his undivided attention.
    â€œI’m not feeling too good. Is it all right if I take the rest of the night off?” she asked, putting on her best I-don’t-feel-good face.
    â€œSure,” Mr. Richardson said. “But I’ll need you here on time tomorrow.”
    â€œYou got it.” Tiffany smiled as she walked around the desk to give her boss a thank-you hug.
    Then she went and grabbed her things and headed home. All she wanted to do was go home and relax. She was praying that Blake didn’t start no shit tonight because, the way she was feeling right now, she could kill him twice.
    Tiffany hopped off the bus and headed down the block. For some reason, tonight she was feeling good. In her pocket she held the knife extra tight that she had stolen from work as she entered her building. Tiffany had no idea what would pop off tonight, and to be honest she really didn’t care. She was sick and tired of being sick and tired. At some point in one’s life, a person has to put their foot down and say enough is enough, and tonight was that night for her.
    She stepped off the elevator and slowly walked down the narrow hallway until she reached her door, taking a deep breath as she stuck her key through the lock and entered the place she had called home.
    Tiffany stepped inside and smiled when she saw that Blake wasn’t home. She thanked God over and over again, because she really didn’t feel like being bothered with Blake’s bullshit tonight, and honestly she didn’t want to have to kill him, but she would if she had to.
    She walked in her room and stuck the knife down in the back of her drawer underneath some clothes. She knew she probably wouldn’t see Blake for a few days, until he spent all of the sixteen hundred dollars.
    She stripped down out of her clothes, walked to the bathroom, and ran her some bathwater. She just planned on relaxing tonight. She stepped in the tub and got comfortable as the hot water made her feel better.
    She rested her head on the back of the tub. She remembered when her and Blake had got together, he used to be such a nice guy. It seemed like he just started changing overnight. He was insecure and didn’t know how to handle being with an attractive woman. If she spoke to anybody, she had to explain herself, like she was a child. His child. No matter what she told him, he never believed her, and he would question her about her every move. Then came the physical abuse.
    Tiffany’s thoughts were interrupted when she heard the front door open then close. Then she heard footsteps, and seconds later Blake poked his head through the bathroom door.
    â€œHey, baby,” he said as he came in the bathroom. He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. “What you doing home so early?”
    â€œI wasn’t feeling too good, so I left work early,” she told him as she stood and grabbed her towel so she could dry off.
    Tiffany was surprised that Blake was in such a good mood. Usually he’d come home drunk and in a grumpy mood.
    â€œI’ll be back later,” Blake said, heading for the door.
    Tiffany didn’t ask where he was going, because she couldn’t care less. As long as he didn’t start no shit, it wouldn’t be no shit, she thought as she went and climbed in the bed, where she relaxed for the rest of the night.

“Party Time”
    Quick pulled up to the address Major Pain had told him to meet him at. When he pulled up, he saw three vans parked out front, and around twelve to fifteen rough-looking men standing around, dressed in all black. He hopped out his car and walked up. From what he saw, each man held an automatic weapon.
    â€œGlad you could finally make it,” Wolf said, with a smirk on his face. In his