make a citizen’s arrest, huh?” Jawan had had enough. He whipped the pistol back out and swung it between the two men.
Each of the men held their hands up high and slowly stepped away from Jawan . They knew that this trial was gonna cause all types of mayhem, but they didn’t expect for it to pour within their store. They were equal owners of the neighborhood grocery store and had been partners for over twenty years.
Everyone loved and respected them. Many times neighborhood kids would come into the store with not enough money to suffice a purchase and they would let them make it. The only kind of trouble they had was petty stealing, that most times they were able to turn their backs on. Robbery had never been an issue until now.
“I’m no Zimmerman,” the white man tried to assure him. He kept his hands high and looked over at his partner who was just as frightened as he was.
“Let’s get out of here baby. Everybody is looking at us and I’m sure somebody has called the police by now,” Meesie said trying to reason with him.
She could see tears gather in his eyes and knew that he was either thinking about his father or Trayvon. The trial had hurt him deeply. It was a pain that she couldn’t relate to, but she felt for him all the same. She tugged at his arm hoping to get him to just leave.
Jawan lowered the pistol and backed up out of the store never taking his eyes off the two men. Once he and Meesie were all the way outside, they turned and headed for their car that was parked around back.
“Alright, I’m gonna pick up some beer and we’re gonna celebrate tonight!” the guy cheered. “Yes, I knew it! I told you honey, Zimmerman was gonna be a free man! Justice was served! Not guilty! Yes!”
Jawan stopped in his tracks upon hearing the Zimmerman supporter. He had spent countless hours on Facebook, Twitter, and all over Google reading stories and comments about the trial. Each time he ran across someone that made a prejudice statement against Trayvon, it bothered him. He didn’t understand how someone could support Zimmerman and make all of those hateful comments about that seventeen-year old boy.
They all had been so accusatory as if they had been there that night, as if they had seen what went down. They’d call Trayvon all kinds of names and treated him as if he’d deserved to die, like his life had been worthless and Zimmerman’s had been more important. Jawan had made a point to put each Zimmerman supporter in their place, telling them exactly how he felt about them.
As he watched the Zimmerman supporter approach the front of the store, he saw everyone that had donated a dollar to his defense fund, everyone that had called Trayvon a thug, and everyone that said that Trayvon deserved to die that night.
The cell phone the man held to his ear flew in the air as the bullet that left Jawan’s gun hit him in the back. He didn’t know what was going on. He grabbed at the pain and turned to see an angry Jawan staring at him like a raging bull. Before he hit the ground another bullet penetrated his chest.
“ Nooooo !” Meesie yelled. She shook her head over and over again, beyond shocked. In less than an hour she witnessed her future husband commit two murders and rob a damn store. They had to get out of Sanford, and get out of there now. There was no more time to waste. She ran to where Jawan stood with his gun still pointed at the man and grabbed his arm, pulling him around the back of the store. She was so glad that she hadn’t let him leave that house alone. The thought of him having to go through all of this without her caused a lump to form in her
Each of the men held their hands up high and slowly stepped away from Jawan . They knew that this trial was gonna cause all types of mayhem, but they didn’t expect for it to pour within their store. They were equal owners of the neighborhood grocery store and had been partners for over twenty years.
Everyone loved and respected them. Many times neighborhood kids would come into the store with not enough money to suffice a purchase and they would let them make it. The only kind of trouble they had was petty stealing, that most times they were able to turn their backs on. Robbery had never been an issue until now.
“I’m no Zimmerman,” the white man tried to assure him. He kept his hands high and looked over at his partner who was just as frightened as he was.
“Let’s get out of here baby. Everybody is looking at us and I’m sure somebody has called the police by now,” Meesie said trying to reason with him.
She could see tears gather in his eyes and knew that he was either thinking about his father or Trayvon. The trial had hurt him deeply. It was a pain that she couldn’t relate to, but she felt for him all the same. She tugged at his arm hoping to get him to just leave.
Jawan lowered the pistol and backed up out of the store never taking his eyes off the two men. Once he and Meesie were all the way outside, they turned and headed for their car that was parked around back.
“Alright, I’m gonna pick up some beer and we’re gonna celebrate tonight!” the guy cheered. “Yes, I knew it! I told you honey, Zimmerman was gonna be a free man! Justice was served! Not guilty! Yes!”
Jawan stopped in his tracks upon hearing the Zimmerman supporter. He had spent countless hours on Facebook, Twitter, and all over Google reading stories and comments about the trial. Each time he ran across someone that made a prejudice statement against Trayvon, it bothered him. He didn’t understand how someone could support Zimmerman and make all of those hateful comments about that seventeen-year old boy.
They all had been so accusatory as if they had been there that night, as if they had seen what went down. They’d call Trayvon all kinds of names and treated him as if he’d deserved to die, like his life had been worthless and Zimmerman’s had been more important. Jawan had made a point to put each Zimmerman supporter in their place, telling them exactly how he felt about them.
As he watched the Zimmerman supporter approach the front of the store, he saw everyone that had donated a dollar to his defense fund, everyone that had called Trayvon a thug, and everyone that said that Trayvon deserved to die that night.
The cell phone the man held to his ear flew in the air as the bullet that left Jawan’s gun hit him in the back. He didn’t know what was going on. He grabbed at the pain and turned to see an angry Jawan staring at him like a raging bull. Before he hit the ground another bullet penetrated his chest.
“ Nooooo !” Meesie yelled. She shook her head over and over again, beyond shocked. In less than an hour she witnessed her future husband commit two murders and rob a damn store. They had to get out of Sanford, and get out of there now. There was no more time to waste. She ran to where Jawan stood with his gun still pointed at the man and grabbed his arm, pulling him around the back of the store. She was so glad that she hadn’t let him leave that house alone. The thought of him having to go through all of this without her caused a lump to form in her