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throat.
     
                “I’m sorry baby, but I couldn’t let him get away! Just like Zimmerman  just  couldn’t let Trayvon get away. I couldn’t let him get away. I stood my ground! Shot him in the back just like they shot my daddy in the back!” Jawan explained, as he flopped down in the passenger seat.
     
                Meesie blinked her eyes attempting to wake up from the dream she just knew she was in.  This just can’t be happening right now.  Upon hearing the sirens in the distance, she knew that it was her reality. She snatched open the driver’s side door, got inside, and hurriedly cranked up the car.
     
                “We can’t go to no Miami. I don’t know where were gonna go, but they’re gonna be looking for us all over Florida,” Meesie said.
     
                She slammed down on the gas and got out of the parking lot as quickly as possible. Her hand went to her stomach as she thought about her and Jawan’s unborn child. Her heart became heavy as she wondered what kind of life their child would have—what kind of life they would have now.
     
                “You know I only did what I had to do right?” Jawan looked at the worried expression on Meesie’s face. He interlocked his fingers with hers and brought her hand up to his lips to kiss it. He loved Meesie . She meant the world to him, but he knew the best thing for the both of them was to let her go.
     
                “Yea, I know baby. It’s cool. I know you’re going through a lot right now.” Meesie let out a nervous chuckle.
     
                “Pull over.”
     
                “No, I don’t think we should stop right now. We do need to dump—”
     
                “I said pull over!” Jawan yelled.
     
                Meesie jumped hearing Jawan yell her at. She glanced over at him, and then pulled the car over to the side of the road. Jawan jumped out of the car and ran around pulling Meesie’s door opened.
     
                “Get out and go home!”
     
                “What? What the hell you mean get out and go home?” Meesie looked up at Jawan confused.
     
                She didn’t understand how he could ask her to go home after all that had just happened. She might not have participated in the crimes that he committed, but she was just as responsible. Furthermore, she didn’t want to leave him, she wanted to stick by Jawan’s side and ride this thing through with him. “I’m not going anywhere Jawan ! You acting crazy right now! Get back in the car and let’s get out of here!”
     
                “I love you Meesie and I don’t want anything to happen to you or our child. I just need you to let me figure all this out on my own,” Jawan somberly expressed.
     
                He was truly hurting, not because he had killed two people and robbed a store, but because he was so sick of the world he lived in. It was tough being a black man in America and unless you were a black man, you wouldn’t understand. Everyday that he stepped foot out of his home, he was automatically judged because of the color of his skin. Educated or uneducated he was deemed to be a thug just at the sight of him.
     
                “I love you too Jawan and I’m not leaving you. Can you just get in the car so that we can leave?”
     
                Jawan let out a huge sigh, “Slide over.”
     
                Meesie smiled and jumped over to the other side. She looked out the back window and her smiled turned into a frown. She could see the police pulling into the parking lot of the store and knew that shit was about to get real.
     

     
    ***
     
      “O.K. I have a plan baby.” Jawan said as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket along with his wallet. He handed the cell phone to Meesie so that he could concentrate on commanding the wheel.