Free Blackout: Stand Your Ground by Shan, David Weaver Page A

as much time as she possibly could with her fiancé. She drove slow because those were the last memories she was going to have of him.
     

     
                “ Meesie . Please hurry to get me there. I’m dying baby!” And Jawan passed out.
     

     
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                Meesie watched as the nurses pulled Jawan out of the small truck. She watched as they rushed to get him into the hospital so they could see if they could help him. She stood there in the rain and allowed her hair to become drenched in nature’s wrath.
     

     
                She looked down and saw that the puddle she was standing in had completely hidden her shoes. She thought about the baby she was carrying and knew that she hadn’t eaten in quite a while, so she needed to do that immediately. In a weary stroke of exhaustion, she decided that she would do the right thing and kill two birds with one stone.
     

     
                She was going to drive to the police station.
     

     
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                When she got there, her plan was to turn herself in. She was going to admit that she played a role in the murders, no matter how jacked up the United States justice system was. She was going to show them that every black woman and every black man wasn’t the same. She was going to go against the grain, and do the unexpected. She picked up the pistol and wrapped it in a shirt. She was going to turn in the murder weapon also, so that they would know that she was serious when she came in there.
     

     
                She stepped out of the truck, closed the door and started walking. She’d walked about 15 feet when somebody ran into her out of nowhere. She fell to the ground and sat up with a frown on her face. It was a black female police officer walking to the car with her white partner. “Little slut, you watch where you’re going. I’m tired of arresting you prostitutes for the same damn charge.”
     

     
                A sharp pain overtook Meesie’s stomach, and she bent over with her arms folded over it. “I’m pregnant you fuckin pigs!” Meesie screamed as loud as she could. The scream was faint because the force in which they hit her had literally knocked her breath away.
     

     
                “Well hopefully you lose it! That way you can save yourself the embarrassment later. You prostitutes never know who the baby’s father is anyway.”
     

     
                “ Ughhhh !” Meesie screamed as she stood up slowly. She looked down at her stonewash jeans, and it looked like somebody had thrown red Kool-Aid on her. She was soaked in her own blood. Blood of her flesh, of her soul… blood of her child. She stared at the red and couldn’t develop any understanding.
     

     
                She had come to the jail in order to do the right thing, and the very moment she tried to sit down; they ran her over, possibly killing her unborn child. She looked at the officers as they stood at their patrol cars laughing away at Meesie’s mishaps. “I’m not a prostitute!” Meesie screamed, which caused them to laugh even harder. They pointed their fingers at Meesie and clutched their stomachs the same way that she did.
     

     
                Meesie’s was clutched in pain, and the female officer’s stomachs were clutched from painful humor. Meesie couldn’t believe her eyes. She couldn’t believe that people who were supposed to be protecting the community from danger, seemed to be the main ones projecting the community with danger.
     

     
                Meesie looked down again at all of the blood she had lost. She took a strong, deep breath; and uncovered her pistol. Nobody was going to take life from her without her standing her ground.
     

     
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    The End.
     

     
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    David Weaver~ This book was written in the span of 5 days, and it was done as a reaction to the Zimmerman verdict. Instead of