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

the neighbor said. “I’m ‘bout to see what they got in the room. They gotta have some jewelry or something up in here.”
     
    Meesie gasped. She quickly covered her hand with her mouth and then ran over to the bed and slid underneath. She couldn’t believe this shit. Niggas was always looting and robbing from their own when stuff like this happened. Rioting and tearing down their neighborhood instead of taking the drama to places where it mattered. Wasn’t no laws going to get changed because a few hundred black folks decided to burn a few corner stores down or steal a few pairs of sneakers for a come up. That never made any sense to Meesie just like it didn’t make any sense for those fools to be robbing her and Jawan when they were down.
     
    “Hell yea! A flat screen TV in the bedroom. Bout to get paid!” the neighbor said, and rubbed his hands together. Looking around the room, he spotted a jewelry box on the dresser that he would come back for. He reached behind the TV, pulled the cord from the outlet and picked it up carrying it out of the bedroom with a huge smile on his face. He knew he could get at least a few hundred dollars for a TV like this one if he went to the right spot.
     
    Meesie breathed a sigh of relief. She was glad that they took what they wanted and didn’t linger around too much longer. She waited a few moments to be sure that they were gone before she slid from underneath the bed and stood to her feet. She held Jawan’s clothes and medication tightly against her body and raced out of the bedroom. She couldn’t wait to get back to her fiancé and let him know what had just happened. She knew that he would be livid seeing as how he was pissed at the world right now.
     
                “Can’t believe these fools come up in here stealing TVs and shit. Dummies!” she yelled and reached for the doorknob. She pulled the door open and was front and center with her neighbor. Everything Meesie held in her hands dropped to the floor including the very reason she’d come back to the house. Both of their eyes widened in shock and each of them reached for one another.
     
                Meesie clawed at the neighbor attempting to pull his eyes of his socket. Each time he reached for her she dug her fingernails deep in his skin and forced him to pull back. She was not about to take another beating like she had from the white man in the street. She couldn’t afford to. She knew if he did her anything like the white guy had done, she wouldn’t make it out of there alive.
     
                “ Helppppppp !!!!” Meesie screamed out. She backed away grabbing the lamp that sat on the end table and tossed it at him. It missed him but it gave her time to run. She ran as fast as she could into the kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife she could find out of the drawer.
     
                “Bitch, come here!” the neighbor said. He grabbed a handful of her hair and went to toss her across the room when she swung on him.  She scraped his arm with the knife’s sharp edge forcing him to release the hold he had on her. “Fuck!”
     
                “Get back! Stay away from me!” Meesie screamed out with the knife out in front for the both of them to see. She huffed out her exhaustion, but her eyes never left his face. Pathetic!  She thought.
     
                “What the hell going on up in here?” the second guy asked as he entered the kitchen.
     
                “I don’t want any problems. Just take what you already got and leave!” Meesie yelled.
     
                “Bitch, I seen you and your boy on the news. Y’all wanted just as bad as they want the Taliban. Killing all them white folks like that. They gonna fry you and that nigga. What the hell was y’all thinking?” the neighbor asked with a smirk.
     
                “Leave!” Meesie said gripping the knife tighter.