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kill your daddy boy! They thought he was a burglar and they killed him. They had every right to do that! You didn’t have no right to kill any of them good white people that you killed!
     

     
                You and that broad you’re with… she’s bad luck boy, and she’s going to drag you into the mud with her. You should know when you’re stepping into some deep shit because you won’t be able to see your feet anymore… and when you can’t see your feet, you become unsure of your steps!”
     

     
                 His uncle turned the phone off and turned it back on. He placed it to his ear to see if the dial tone was there or not.
     

     
                “What the fuck are you doing Unc ?” Jawan screamed as he stared daggers through his uncle.
     

     
                “Nigger, you know what I’m doing! I have already told your ass that you had 60 seconds to get the fuck out of here and you’re still in my household like you’ve been invited! I’m calling the police!”
     

     
                Jawan pulled his pistol out and aimed it at his uncle. “Wait! We’ll leave… no problem. But slide the phone across the floor first. We don’t need the police knowing where the fuck we’ve been! Give me the phone!”
     

     
                Jawan’s uncle shook his head. “So you’re going to shoot me if I don’t give you this phone?”
     

     
                “Stop asking me questions and slide the damn phone Unc !” Jawan hollered, losing patience.
     

     
                Jawan’s uncle produced a sly smirk as he slowly bent down and slid the phone over to him. Jawan reached down and picked the phone up off of the floor, and nearly pissed in his pants. His uncle had used speed dial to call 911, and they had been on the telephone listening for the past few minutes. He hurriedly turned the phone off, but he knew that it was too late. 911 would dispatch officers in no time, and he would be trapped if he didn’t leave soon.
     

     
                “Damn Unc ! I thought you loved me! I thought you loved me the way my father would have loved me if he was alive! You always told me that! You’re my own flesh and blood Unc ! I never would have expected you to double cross me! Never!” Tears welled up in Jawan’s bloodshot eyes as he stared at his uncle in disbelief. His uncle had a big smile on his face, almost like he was on the verge of laughing out loud.
     

     
                “So what? You gon shoot me or what boy? I ain’t never even believed that you belonged to my brother! That bitch of a mama was a slut back in the day! Shit, I know plenty people who could be your daddy there boy. I was only being polite because I didn’t wanna hurt your young feelings.”
     

     
                Jawan lowered his gun and stared at his uncle in disbelief. He turned and faced his fiancé, who had tears in her eyes as well.
     

     
                “Come on Jawan , let’s go baby.” Meesie said as she walked over and grabbed his arm. She pulled him and saw that he was falling deeper into a trance. She got nervous because whenever he fell into a trance, he always stood the risk of having a seizure; and a seizure was the last thing she needed right then in the heat of the moment. The police were on the way, and his uncle was on the enemy’s side.
     

     
                “Bitch you should have known not to come over my got damn house. You know I know your secret!”
     

     
                Immediately Jawan jerked his arm away from Meesie . “What fuckin’ secret? Huh? What motherfucking secret? You against me too? Is everyone in the fuckin’ world against me? What the fuck is the secret!” He yelled as he twirled the gun from his uncle to Meesie and back to his uncle. “Tell me the secret motherfuckers!”
     

     
                His uncle continued to smile as if it