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tackle her down to take her in.
     
                Meesie took in a deep breath to calm her nerves and then rushed into her and Jawan’s room. She ran over to the closet and pulled out a clean pair of jeans and shirt to change into. Quickly she pulled the oversized t-shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. She replaced it with the clean one and pulled the jeans up over her thin legs. She also grabbed a clean pair of tennis shoes from underneath the bed and placed them onto her feet. She felt a whole lot better now that she at least looked decent.
     
                She went into the bathroom, pulled the medicine cabinet opened, and grabbed Jawan’s Phenobarbital. After closing it back, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror and frowned at what looked back at her. There were cuts and scrapes all over her once beautiful skin and her eyes were all puffy and swollen. She shook her head and quickly looked away. There was no time for her to go feeling bad for herself when her fiancé’s life was at risk. She needed to get back to Nay-Nay’s and get him his meds as quickly as possible.
     
                She laughed nervously as she thought about how close she came once again to losing her life. She couldn’t believe that Jawan’s seizure had become so violent. Literally. Thankfully she was still breathing and he’d only suffered a minor flesh wound.
     
                Exiting the bathroom, she ran toward the front door to leave when she realized that she hadn’t gotten Jawan any clean clothing.
     
                How selfish of me? I’m sure he doesn’t want to walk around in that bloody mess all day either. She removed her hand from the doorknob and turned to go back into their bedroom. Going back into the closet, she hurriedly grabbed something for Jawan to wear and turned to leave when she heard the front door slamming.
     
                “Shit. What the fuck?” Meesie said under her breath. “Damn police. I knew one of the nosy neighbors would go snitching,” she cursed.
     
                “Yea bruh ! I’m telling you I seen ol ’ boy and his bitch on the news saying they wanted for murder and shit. The police say they’re on a serial killing spree.”
     
    Meesie heard someone say. She brought her hand up to her chest to stop her heart from leaping out. Her breathing became erratic and her armpits began to sweat.
     
    “Damn, they out there acting a damn fool, huh?” she heard another say.
     
    “Hell yea. I seen the police come through here looking for them, but when they start walking my way, I just took my ass in the house. Trying to come ask me some questions. I ain’t no damn snitch!” the first guy laughed. “That’s some bullshit though cause ol ’ boy always looking at me and my niggas crazy and shit ‘cause we be out there dranking and smoking. We be minding our own damn business and the nigga act like he better than us. Come to find out this fool a damn serial killer.”
     
    “Living next to a maniac and U.O.E.N.O.”
     
    They both cracked up laughing at the irony.
     
    Meesie shook her head and swallowed the lump that formed in her throat as she looked around the room wondering what to do next. She’d left the gun in Nay-Nay’s car because she didn’t want to get caught with a murder weapon in case the police had ran up on her while she was in the house.
     
    She backed away and attempted to calm herself down and control her breathing before they heard her. She recognized one of the guy’s voices as her neighbor. He and Jawan always had words about the constant loud music, and always blocking their driveway whenever they had company over.
     
    What the hell is he doing here? Meesie wondered. As quietly as possible she looked around the room for something that she could possibly use as a weapon.
     
    “Hey cuz , grab that DVD player too. Shit, take everything. I doubt they be back to this muthafucka’,”