Blackout: Stand Your Ground by Shan, David Weaver Read Free Book Online

teach Nay-Nay a lesson. He wanted to teach her a lesson not just for trying to call the police on him, but teach her a lesson for trying to have his fiancé have sex with her brother.
     

     
                “You better be lucky I don’t have my pistol on me or I would shoot your ass dead right now, Nay-Nay! Take care! Hopefully one day you realize all the good that I’ve done for the black race and our community. Nothing like how your brother is riding around in his luxury vehicle and selling dope all day to people who think it’s hope. I actually care about our people, but you wouldn’t know that because you don’t see me riding on rims!”
     

     
                Jawan took a deep breath and left out the house with the phone in tow. He started up his vehicle and took off. He had no idea where he was headed because he had no idea where his fiancé was. He would have to put himself into her mindset, and in order to do that; he would have to relax and think logically. Thinking about everything that had taken place, he realized that there were only a few things that she could be out doing; but he also knew that he had a small window, and that he would have to make sure that he picked the right activity; otherwise, Nay-Nay was going to send his pregnant fiancé to prison.
     

     
                He wasn’t feeling the idea of the white people getting ahold of his Meesie , and just the thought of it disgusted him. He would die for her, would trade his life in if he knew that hers could and would be good. But in order to do that, he needed her freedom and safety guaranteed. He would have to speak to her first, because there was no way he could just turn himself in without seeing her already safe. That was backwards, and the shoe wouldn’t fit on anyone’s foot that way.
     

     
                “Let me find Meesie .” He said as he drove onto the main highway. Blood was pouring out of his arm, and he felt weak on the right side of his body; being he hadn’t taken his seizure medication since the trial started, he was all messed up.
     

     
                “Please God. I know I have sinned, and sinned greatly. But please forgive me and reunite me with my fiancé. That’s all I ask God, and I will make it right.”
     

     
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    Meesie rolled the window down about halfway and allowed the summer air to flow into the car. She was sitting on the block a few houses down from where she and Jawan shared their little home together with her hands folded heavily across her chest. It wasn’t much, but it was a little better than the projects they once lived in.
     
                She hadn’t planned on going back to the house, but how else was she going to get Jawan’s medication? The probability of him not waking up from the next seizure was growing each day that he went without.
     
                She looked down at her oversized t-shirt and frowned at how bad it looked. There was various spots of blood, some old, and some new. Some belonged to her and some she was sure belonged to Jawan from his accidental gunshot wound.
     
                Meesie ran her hands over her shirt and cleared her throat before stepping out of the car. She looked around before crossing the street and walking down the sidewalk. Her chest rose and fell at a rapid pace and she felt weak in the knees. She was still a little sore from the beating that she had taken from that ridiculous guy that tried to hand down a citizen’s arrest, but being able to rest the past couple of days had her feeling a lot better. Jawan’s health was all that mattered to her at this point.
     
                As Meesie got closer to her home, she looked around once more before breaking out into a run. She quickly inserted the key and unlocked the door. Everything was calm inside, calmer than she expected it to be. For some reason she halfway assumed that SWAT would come jumping out and