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take the steps. She reached her mother’s floor, exited the staircase, and headed toward her mother’s door. Tiffany took a deep breath as she stood in front of her mother’s door for a few seconds before she finally knocked on the door.
    Knock! Knock! Knock!
    Tiffany heard some feet shuffling on the other side of the door, followed by locks being unlocked. Then the door swung open. Brenda stood in the doorway, looking her one and only daughter up and down. “Fuck you doing here?”
    â€œI need to stay here for a month or two.”
    â€œDamn!” Brenda huffed. “I don’t get a hello, hi you doing, or nothing?”
    â€œHello, Mother,” Tiffany said dryly.
    Just by looking at her mother, Tiffany could tell she was high and drunk. Tiffany and Brenda fought like cats and dogs, the main reason she had moved out at such a young age.
    â€œNow how long you said you need to stay here for?” Brenda asked, thumping her ashes from her cigarette right on the floor.
    â€œJust a month or two. Please?”
    Brenda examined her daughter’s face for a second. “Hmm. I see that man of yours still beating yo’ ass.” She stepped to the side so Tiffany could enter.
    â€œThank you,” Tiffany said as she entered her mother’s house. She knew her mother would never let her hear the end of this, but it was either deal with her mother’s bullshit or get her ass beat by Blake. She thought about staying at her mother house and quickly told herself, “It could always be worse.”
    â€œFuck you standing there like a lost puppy for?” Brenda said loudly. “You know where your room is,” she said as she returned to her company, who sat at the kitchen table playing a game of spades while The Temptations hummed through the radio’s speakers.
    Tiffany walked down the narrow hallway until she reached the room she had called hers once upon a time. Inside the room was a twin-sized mattress that laid on the floor, a dresser, and an old-school nineteen-inch TV that sat on top of the dresser.
    Tiffany sat her purse down and went back out into the living room. “Excuse me” Tiffany said.
    Brenda and her company, who had cocaine, alcohol, and cigarettes resting openly on the table, looked at look her like she had lost her mind.
    â€œCan I help you?” Brenda said, rolling her eyes.
    â€œWhere do you keep your sheets so I can make the bed?”
    â€œSheets?” Brenda echoed, and she laughed way louder than she had to. “I don’t got no sheets. I don’t know if you can tell or not, but I don’t have a lot of overnight company.” Brenda returned her focus back on the card game.
    Tiffany walked back to her room, cut the TV on, and laid down on the naked mattress that rested on the floor. She looked around the room and silently began to cry. Her life wasn’t supposed to be like this. Some nights she would just pray to God and ask Him why He had decided to make her life on earth a living hell. “Fuck this!” she said to herself as she wiped her tears away. “If it ain’t a way, then I’m just going to have to make a way,” she told herself. The only problem was, she didn’t even know where to begin.

    Quick looked up and down the block for any signs of police as he made a hand-to-hand sale right out in the street. It had been two weeks since the hit on Frank, and him and Lucky had yet to hear anything from Turf or his peoples.
    â€œI’m telling you,” Quick began. “We better hear from this nigga Turf soon, or else.”
    â€œOr else what?” Lucky laughed as he watched his breath fog up in the cold. “All we can do is wait. At least we got that money from Frank’s crib.” Lucky was trying to be cool about the situation, but inside he felt the same Quick did. Only, he had a little more patience. “Turf is a man of his word, so he’ll show up,” he said,