That night

 We left the party early because we heard shots. Khalil was going to give me a ride home. We were listening to Tupac and talking about harry potter when we heard the tell-tale siren. Blue lights flashed out of the corner of my eye. Khalil pulled over. The officer stepped out and tapped Khalil’s side window. He asked for his license, registration and proof of insurance. Khalil asked what he pulled us over for. Breaking my daddy’s first rule. I remember how scared I was. I pled with Khalil to just do as he said. The officer then asked where we were coming from. Khalil said something along the lines of none of your business and my heart was racing. All I wanted to do was cry and beg Khalil to just do as the officer said but I was frozen. That’s when the officer asked Khalil to get out of the car with his hands up.  He yanked him by the arms and pinned him against the back door. Then the cop yelled at me to put my hands on the dashboard and not move. Petrified, I did as he said. He patted Khalil down twice, three times, then said, “don’t move” and turned to his patrol car. Khalil moved. He opened the car door, I think to ask if I was okay because I heard him start to say "are..". It was as if everything was moving in slow motion. I heard the gun before I saw it. A loud pop. Three shots. Are you still going to say it was his fault? Did he really deserve to die because what? He moved? He wanted to ask if I was okay? 

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