Blackout: Stand Your Ground by Shan, David Weaver Page A
Authors: Shan, David Weaver
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pills scattering all over the place.
“Oh my God Jawan !” Meesie yelled and immediately dropped down to the ground.
“What happened? Are you okay? Who hurt you?” Jawan was panicky. He hated that he was stuck with that damn seizure disorder. Twice Meesie had been hurt and it was all because of his problem.
“I’m fine now Jawan . It’s nothing. Help me get up this damn medicine and let’s get out of here. I know somebody done called the cops by now. I’m just so sick of all of this and I don’t know how much more I can take. You know I will ride for you all day long, but we need to find somewhere safe to settle down. We gotta think about the future.”
Jawan hadn’t heard a word that Meesie said. A frown crossed his face and he grabbed at the flesh wound on his arm. He was utterly confused when he spotted a guy whom he didn’t recognize running out of his house and jumping in a truck.
“ Meesie , where the pistol at?” he asked.
The hell is he doing coming out of my house? Who is this clown? Jawan wondered as he watched the guy look around before jumping inside of the truck.
“ Meesie , where the pistol at? Hurry up and give it to me.”
“Damn it Jawan , it’s in the car,” she pointed without looking up. She gathered up the last of the pills that she was able to find and placed the top back on the medicine bottle.
POW! POW!
Meesie covered her head and crawled across the rough pavement. She was trying to get behind the car before she got hit by a stray bullet.
What the hell is going on now? Meesie thought as she peeked around the car just in time to see a truck jumping the curb and crashing into one of the neighbor’s house.
This whole time I’ve been stuck in a nightmare that I just cannot wake up from. That’s what it is. It’s one of those that you can’t wake up from until it’s over. This shit just can’t be real. Meesie thought. She watched in disbelief as Jawan approached the truck and opened the driver’s side door.
“Does he not realize that we are wanted? And that I stabbed somebody that is possibly dead by now? And that we need to get away from here as soon as possible? What the hell is wrong with this boy?” Meesie said through gritted teeth. She jumped up from her hiding spot and ran over to Jawan . He pulled the guy out of the truck and now had the gun held to his head screaming all kind of threats and obscenities.
“What the hell were you doing in my house?” Jawan asked, and shoved the gun into the guy’s temple. “Motherfucker you better pray I don’t blow your brains out! The hell was you doing! Answer me now!”
“ Jawan , what the hell are you doing? Baby, we are wanted! You’re not thinking!” Meesie yelled and looked around. Neighbors were beginning to come out of their houses and she could swear that she heard sirens in the distant. She blinked her eyes profusely and just wanted to lay down and give up. She preached to Jawan about standing his ground, not giving up, and not laying down for the law, but this is not what she meant. She wanted him to think smarter and not make things harder for them.
“Is this my TV?” Jawan asked upon noticing some of his items in the backseat of the truck. “ Meesie , that’s the damn TV I got you for your birthday. You see this shit!” Jawan was pissed. He had saved up for months to get Meesie that TV and here somebody was trying to take what he’d worked hard for.
“ Jawan , I know all about it, but unfortunately we don’t have time to worry about it.”
“What you mean you know about it? You let him take our shit and you wasn’t gonna do or say anything about it? You know this fool?”
“What the hell
“Oh my God Jawan !” Meesie yelled and immediately dropped down to the ground.
“What happened? Are you okay? Who hurt you?” Jawan was panicky. He hated that he was stuck with that damn seizure disorder. Twice Meesie had been hurt and it was all because of his problem.
“I’m fine now Jawan . It’s nothing. Help me get up this damn medicine and let’s get out of here. I know somebody done called the cops by now. I’m just so sick of all of this and I don’t know how much more I can take. You know I will ride for you all day long, but we need to find somewhere safe to settle down. We gotta think about the future.”
Jawan hadn’t heard a word that Meesie said. A frown crossed his face and he grabbed at the flesh wound on his arm. He was utterly confused when he spotted a guy whom he didn’t recognize running out of his house and jumping in a truck.
“ Meesie , where the pistol at?” he asked.
The hell is he doing coming out of my house? Who is this clown? Jawan wondered as he watched the guy look around before jumping inside of the truck.
“ Meesie , where the pistol at? Hurry up and give it to me.”
“Damn it Jawan , it’s in the car,” she pointed without looking up. She gathered up the last of the pills that she was able to find and placed the top back on the medicine bottle.
POW! POW!
Meesie covered her head and crawled across the rough pavement. She was trying to get behind the car before she got hit by a stray bullet.
What the hell is going on now? Meesie thought as she peeked around the car just in time to see a truck jumping the curb and crashing into one of the neighbor’s house.
This whole time I’ve been stuck in a nightmare that I just cannot wake up from. That’s what it is. It’s one of those that you can’t wake up from until it’s over. This shit just can’t be real. Meesie thought. She watched in disbelief as Jawan approached the truck and opened the driver’s side door.
“Does he not realize that we are wanted? And that I stabbed somebody that is possibly dead by now? And that we need to get away from here as soon as possible? What the hell is wrong with this boy?” Meesie said through gritted teeth. She jumped up from her hiding spot and ran over to Jawan . He pulled the guy out of the truck and now had the gun held to his head screaming all kind of threats and obscenities.
“What the hell were you doing in my house?” Jawan asked, and shoved the gun into the guy’s temple. “Motherfucker you better pray I don’t blow your brains out! The hell was you doing! Answer me now!”
“ Jawan , what the hell are you doing? Baby, we are wanted! You’re not thinking!” Meesie yelled and looked around. Neighbors were beginning to come out of their houses and she could swear that she heard sirens in the distant. She blinked her eyes profusely and just wanted to lay down and give up. She preached to Jawan about standing his ground, not giving up, and not laying down for the law, but this is not what she meant. She wanted him to think smarter and not make things harder for them.
“Is this my TV?” Jawan asked upon noticing some of his items in the backseat of the truck. “ Meesie , that’s the damn TV I got you for your birthday. You see this shit!” Jawan was pissed. He had saved up for months to get Meesie that TV and here somebody was trying to take what he’d worked hard for.
“ Jawan , I know all about it, but unfortunately we don’t have time to worry about it.”
“What you mean you know about it? You let him take our shit and you wasn’t gonna do or say anything about it? You know this fool?”
“What the hell
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