THE BLOCK (Urban Story)

10

Terry sat at the edge of the bed as he watched the news "Chris dirks has been found dead"

F L A S H B A C K

Terry called the insurance office

"Hello is Chris dirks in?" Terry said in a fake white male voice

"Unfortunately he is in a meeting"

"Aww okay, well please tell him his brother called and it's an emergency"

"Oh I'm sorry, well after the meeting, he gets off at 10 tonight so call back any other time of the day"

He hung up as he parked his car a couple blocks away waiting till 10 to walk over to the lot until he found the car he was looking for.

He broke into the car and silenced the alarm quickly. He was a jack of all trades, bad trades. Terry had been stealing cars since he was 10 with his uncle jayson

He laid down in the backseat and waited until he heard someone enter the car and slam the door

He jumped up quickly throwing the thick short rope around his neck and pulling it back behind the seat head.

He watched as Chris struggled to breathe, gasping for air, hands reaching to the rope.

He held both ends of the rope and finally jerked back tighter on the rope, taking Chris' last breath

His body fell lifeless.

Terry pulled out a pill Bottle and wrapped it up in a letter reading " I'm sorry to everyone that loved me, I'm sorry to friends and family. I can't do this anymore" and inserted both into the glove department.

He also took two pills out and shoved them down his throat before hopping out and exiting the lot swiftly.

When he reached his car he pulled out his phone and sent a text to Kells "job done"

Flashback over

Terry's phone buzzed as a text came through from Kells "job, well done"
...

Chubs took some more cough medicine, he always got sick as the seasons changed. He was doing homework and studying. Lately he'd been managing both of his lifestyles very well.

A text came through, it was from Marcus "when do you want to link to work on the project ?"

Chubs didn't feel like leaving his house "do you drive?"

Marcus replied quickly "yeah , I can
meet you anywhere"

Chubs replied quickly "well I'm a little sick so maybe you can come by my place"

He sent the address after and shortly Marcus was ringing the doorbell.

He walked in wearing a olive green shirt with holes in it, tight gray cargos and a simple pair of olive timbs to match.

"Here" he passed chubs medicine for his cold, chubs didn't even ask... Marcus just that nice

Chubs was surprised "you didn't have to do that" he even tried to pay him back but Marcus insisted on not.

They both sat at the table on their laptops scrambling their research together, one typing the paper and one making a PowerPoint.

Marcus closed his laptop , exhaling "ugh I need a break"

Chubs thought it was only appropriate to do so at the same time so he closed his also

Marcus squinted his eyes down at his phone "so where's are you from Quentin?" He asked calling him his real name