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tears flow. From the depths of her soul she loved that man, and there was nothing in the world that could change that. She looked to see how close the police were, but to her surprise; the crowd had formed a human blockade, and wouldn’t allow the officers to get through.
     

     
                She heard one officer screaming at the crowd, and another one screaming at his partner. “Clear the way or I’m taking everyone to jail damnit ! Move out of the way!”
     

     
                “Fuck them, let them stand there! They’re going to pay for this shit severely in a minute. As soon as I get the okay from headquarters, we’re going to get through this crowd even if we have to use violent force! They’re interfering with the apprehension of some serial killers!”
     

     
                A black man from the crowd spoke up on hearing violent force come out of the officer’s mouth. “Nah honky. I swear to God you won’t be using no violent force on this here crowd. We got a right to stand wherever the fuck we wanna stand. I’m standing my ground you fuckin pig!”
     

     
                The officer ran around to where the man was standing, but stopped in his tracks. He noticed the gang symbols tatted on his arm and neck, and saw that the same gang signs were tatted on almost everybody in the crowd. Slowly he backed away so that he could have a conversation with his partner. He wouldn’t even be able to pull out his service weapon around a crowd like that. Of all the cop killings in Florida, he knew that that particular gang was responsible for the bulk of them. They didn’t mind killing cops individually, so he could only imagine what a crowd of them would do.
     

     
                He took a deep, nervous breath and walked back towards his patrol car silently.
     

     
                ***
     

     
                “I’m so sorry I let you down Jawan ! I’m so sorry baby! I need you and I’ll always need you baby! I love you and I’ll never love anyone else the way I love you baby! Damn, I’m so sorry!” Meesie screamed as she tried to make sure that he was still getting proper air circulation.
     

     
                “If I could get you to wake up, I promise you we would run until they catch us baby. I would never even think of giving up if I could have you by my side one more time. I guess this is how prison will feel… Because you’ll be right there in my life just like you are now and I’ll still be unable to communicate with you. Prison or death will feel like a perpetual seizure.” Meesie cried.
     

     
                “Hey, y’all need help?”
     

     
                Meesie looked up and saw the partner of the robber that she had killed getting out of his truck.
     

     
                “Get the fuck away from us! Get the fuck away you thieving black bastard!” Meesie screamed.
     

     
                “No, no, no. You’ve pegged me all wrong. We really didn’t mean any harm by it. We were just being young and dumb, and we damn sure didn’t know you were going to be there at the house. We got scared. And you killed my best friend.” He said solemnly. As soon as Meesie and Jawan had ran off, he had jumped in his truck and drove off the block as quickly as he could before the police could make it through the crowd.
     
    Being that he was on parole with a car full of stolen merchandise there was no way he was sticking around to answer any questions. As he had been driving away, he felt the need to go back and help Meesie and Jawan . After all, if he hadn’t broke into their home, they wouldn’t be in this mess.
     

     
                “How do I know you’re not trying to get revenge? I don’t trust you! Get away from us!” Meesie screamed.
     

     
                The man walked over and pried Meesie’s hand off of Jawan’s body. “What’s wrong with