Blackout: Stand Your Ground by Shan, David Weaver Page B
Authors: Shan, David Weaver
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we gonna do with a damn flat screen TV if we’re locked up? And no I don’t know him! Jawan , you’re not thinking clearly! Can we please get out of here?”
Just then Meesie realized what was going on. She brought her hand up to her mouth and burst out crying. She could feel it deep down in her soul and felt betrayed. Jawan was thinking very clearly. He was trying to leave her. That was the only rational reason he would be holding a gun to someone’s head in a now huge crowd, fussing about a damn stolen TV that if they stood there a minute longer, they wouldn’t be able to use no way.
“ Meesie — Meesie , what’s wrong?” Jawan turned his attention toward Meesie and noticed the crowd of people that were watching. He saw a few people on their cell phones, some talking, and others recording the scene. “I’m sorry Meesie . I snapped. I just seen him coming out the house and you just came out of the house and damn I started thinking about what my uncle said and you having a secret that I just-- I didn’t know what to think. I’m sorry. Stop crying baby!”
“The secret was your uncle is a damn pervert! It shouldn’t have been a secret being he look like one, but that was the damn secret!” she asked drying her face with her shirt.
Meesie was appalled that Jawan had done all of this because of what his uncle had said. In the middle of them running for their lives he had the nerve to be jealous. She didn’t have time to be thinking about a man and wondered how he even had time to be thinking that she was.
WHOOP! WHOOP!
“Clear the way people! Clear the way!” the officer said over the loud speaker.
”Oh shit, Meesie ,” Jawan said and slowly slid the gun inside of his pants. This was it. This was the end and Jawan didn’t know what to do. He was a black man with a gun. They were gonna kill him, he just knew it. “ Meesie , I love you baby.”
“ Jawan , let’s go!” Meesie grabbed his hand and pulled him.
The two of them took off running, breaking through the crowd with hopes of getting away. They didn’t know where they would run or even how far they would get being they were on foot.
“ Meesie , where are we gonna go? We have nowhere to go! Let’s just stop. I don’t want us to get into any more trouble!” Jawan yelled, out of breath.
“ Jawan , we can’t just give up! Not like this!” Meesie looked over her shoulder and could see the police car fighting its way through the crowd of onlookers. She pulled Jawan’s hand and they cut through a couple of houses that led them to the next street. “ Jawan , why are you trying to leave me? What am I gonna do without you?”
Meesie stopped running and placed both hands on her knees as she fought to catch her breath. She was so sick of Jawan doing shit and then turning around and saying let’s give up. She wanted him to stop doing the crazy shit of course, but she didn’t want him to go handing himself over to the police. For some reason she actually thought that they could run away to some foreign island, raise their child, and forget any of this ever happened.
“I told my daddy I would make this right! I gotta make it right Meesie . We can’t live on the run. I can’t have you looking over your shoulder every day all the damn time. That’s not the kinda life I imagined for you or my first child,” Jawan said and suddenly he had an idea. “Come on Meesie !”
Jawan took off running down the sidewalk going at a very rapid pace. He remembered that he’d parked his car two blocks in the other direction and walked to his house just in case the police were
Just then Meesie realized what was going on. She brought her hand up to her mouth and burst out crying. She could feel it deep down in her soul and felt betrayed. Jawan was thinking very clearly. He was trying to leave her. That was the only rational reason he would be holding a gun to someone’s head in a now huge crowd, fussing about a damn stolen TV that if they stood there a minute longer, they wouldn’t be able to use no way.
“ Meesie — Meesie , what’s wrong?” Jawan turned his attention toward Meesie and noticed the crowd of people that were watching. He saw a few people on their cell phones, some talking, and others recording the scene. “I’m sorry Meesie . I snapped. I just seen him coming out the house and you just came out of the house and damn I started thinking about what my uncle said and you having a secret that I just-- I didn’t know what to think. I’m sorry. Stop crying baby!”
“The secret was your uncle is a damn pervert! It shouldn’t have been a secret being he look like one, but that was the damn secret!” she asked drying her face with her shirt.
Meesie was appalled that Jawan had done all of this because of what his uncle had said. In the middle of them running for their lives he had the nerve to be jealous. She didn’t have time to be thinking about a man and wondered how he even had time to be thinking that she was.
WHOOP! WHOOP!
“Clear the way people! Clear the way!” the officer said over the loud speaker.
”Oh shit, Meesie ,” Jawan said and slowly slid the gun inside of his pants. This was it. This was the end and Jawan didn’t know what to do. He was a black man with a gun. They were gonna kill him, he just knew it. “ Meesie , I love you baby.”
“ Jawan , let’s go!” Meesie grabbed his hand and pulled him.
The two of them took off running, breaking through the crowd with hopes of getting away. They didn’t know where they would run or even how far they would get being they were on foot.
“ Meesie , where are we gonna go? We have nowhere to go! Let’s just stop. I don’t want us to get into any more trouble!” Jawan yelled, out of breath.
“ Jawan , we can’t just give up! Not like this!” Meesie looked over her shoulder and could see the police car fighting its way through the crowd of onlookers. She pulled Jawan’s hand and they cut through a couple of houses that led them to the next street. “ Jawan , why are you trying to leave me? What am I gonna do without you?”
Meesie stopped running and placed both hands on her knees as she fought to catch her breath. She was so sick of Jawan doing shit and then turning around and saying let’s give up. She wanted him to stop doing the crazy shit of course, but she didn’t want him to go handing himself over to the police. For some reason she actually thought that they could run away to some foreign island, raise their child, and forget any of this ever happened.
“I told my daddy I would make this right! I gotta make it right Meesie . We can’t live on the run. I can’t have you looking over your shoulder every day all the damn time. That’s not the kinda life I imagined for you or my first child,” Jawan said and suddenly he had an idea. “Come on Meesie !”
Jawan took off running down the sidewalk going at a very rapid pace. He remembered that he’d parked his car two blocks in the other direction and walked to his house just in case the police were
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