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Zhariaa stood between her love and her father. Ice held the gun towards his daughter and going crazy. Zhariaa was about to say something she's never said to him before.
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"You know why you so angry?" Zhariaa asked her father with a smirk. He didn't reply. "You angry because once upon a time a father violated and raped his ten year old daughter- ce cut her off "Stop your lying shut up!" Zhariaa froze then started up again. You took her innocence and made her feel like nothing. You created a monster within yourself and then when your wife the mother of your child accused you and argued with you about it so you killed her,You murdered,her you shot he- Boom! Zhariaa went crashing to the ground. "NOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOO" Oshea screamed and cried.
Zhariaa laid there lifeless with a bullet whole right between her eyes. Ice then screamed and banged his head and began talking to his self. Then he stopped in his tracks turned the gun on himself and BOOM! he went crashing tot he ground. Oshea crawled over to his dead love and held her in his arms screaming and crying and and running his hands through her hair. He sat there for almost an hour holding Zhariaa but she just wouldn't get up. He finally laid her head down kissed his hand and set his hand on her forehead gently. Then the police bust in screaming "Hands up its the police." Oshea payed them no attention as they looked at the three dead bodies trying to figure out what took place. He just stared at Zhariaa. Oshae end up telling the police what happened. They then grabbed the bodies and took them away. Oshae was taken to the Hospital to the and had a lot of explaining to do. especially to his parents. Best believe his parents were very upset and disappointed in him but they were glad he was safe Oshea didn't really care he was scarred for life after that encounter and he would never forget it.
Zhariaa's Funeral:
Paris and all my friends came to Zhariaa's funeral. There were a lot of people there from Atlanta that came to see her. Her friends from New York came and her ex boyfriend. Also family members that she never told me about and of course my parents. The day she died played over and over in my head as I sat crying looking at her body in the casket. "Her boyfriend Oshea will now speak on behalf of his deceased girlfriend."Zhariaa's aunt latrice said on the microphone. I slowly got up and walked to the podium. There she laid right in front of it looking beautiful like always. She wore a black dress with black heels red lipstick and her hair was curled.
"Hello everyone Im Oshea." I said as every one stared at me with tears. "Ummm everyone might not have heard of me but I was Zhariaa's Boyfriend." I continued "And no one knows but weve been through a lot for it to be only two months." That's what you get when your with an amazing girl like Zhariaa." I exclaimed with a smile on my face. People started to smile and smirk still crying a little. "You see she was perfect in her on way and we all know sometimes she would get stuck in her on way" I smirked. "She was sometimes controlling, Stubborn and had an additude problem But She was my everything." I stoped getting choked up. I started back up talking when I held my tears in "And its no news when I say she was pregnant" I said with a serious face. "Some people may be shaking there heads judging but I don't care because we were gonna love that baby and nurture it." I continued on " I will always remember and love my babies Zhariaa and that child that didn't even get a chance to live. I guess that's what happens when A thug tries to love.
-The end
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Teen FictionA 16 year old girl by the name of Zhariaa has had a hard life ever since her mother died. She has been moving from place to place with her drug dealing father ever since. She thinks she knows all she needs to know about the world but maybe she wrong...