Free Blackout: Stand Your Ground by Shan, David Weaver

she didn’t see any movement from him. Seeing him laying there limp and saying he was trying to move nearly made her piss on herself. “ Jawan … can you just please take these bills baby? I love you and I wanna be with you forever, and all I need you to do is take these pills. I’m not asking you to make any decisions or anything; just take these pills baby.”
     

     
                Tears ran down Jawan’s face as he lay there limp. “I’m going to die Meesie . I’m going to die!”
     

     
                “Don’t fucking say that Jawan ! Take the motherfucking pills!” Meesie screamed in the small truck. The rain was coming down even harder now, and it rattled her nerves knowing that her future husband was unable to move. As long as she had known him, that was always his number one fear, being paralyzed from a seizure. He always said that he’d rather die than to be forced to live without being able to help himself. He was adamant about choosing death over choosing to live like that, and had even made Meesie sign a form along with a witness giving him that right.
     

     
                At the time, Meesie couldn’t have ever imagined Jawan being unable to move. She signed it because she was going to be sure that he took his medication every single day that he was supposed to. She wasn’t going to let him get into a situation like that. That was what the plan was, at least. She shook as she stared into the pouring rain. There was nothing else she could do to save her family and she hated herself for that.
     

     
                She hated herself, the people who tried to rob their place, hated Jawan’s uncle, hated Nay-Nay, and most of all she hated Zimmerman.
     

     
                She hated the fact that a grown ass man could get away with killing a young black and unarmed teenager. She hated the justice system for allowing Jawan’s father to be killed in the same manner. She hated it for Oscar Grant, Jordan Davis, Sean Bell, and the thousands of others. All of the passion that Jawan carried over from the death of his late father had brewed over many years. That brewery created a person comprised of the finest fire that a modern day black man could possibly elicit.
     

     
                And that was why she loved Jawan .
     

     
                He was powerful and strong. He was not the typical man, and there were no typical men who could compare to him. His passion led him to standing his ground, and showed her how to stand hers as well. He was a man who, if he would have been given the opportunity; he could have been a great leader to the world one day. If he were interested in politics, then he could have been a president one day.
     

     
                “ Meesie . Please take me to the hospital. I’m going to be better off than you because of my medical condition and my current situation. So just do as I say. If they catch us both, we both run the risk of being murdered by the police; and we can’t go down like that.”
     

     
                Meesie shook her head as tears flowed and dripped down her face. “ Nooo Jawan ! I don’t wanna live without you baby! I don’t want to leave you! I love you!”
     

     
                “ Meesie , I love you too baby. But we have to do what we have to do for our future. If we don’t do this, then our bloodline will end right now; and we’ll have disrespected the bloodlines that have been passed down to us. We’ll have disrespected our grandmothers and great grandfathers. We’ll have let our heritage down. We have to keep pushing Meesie . I want my son or daughter to be alive in 21 years so that she can possibly make the difference in the world that I could have made. Drop me off Meesie .”
     

     
                Meesie took in everything he said and realized that she had no choice. She drove the truck slowly at first, because she wanted to spend