Nine and a Half Months later. . .
Rose and Jermaine grow close . The flame of their loves was more than enough to burn down everything that got in their way .
Things weren't as they seemed .
Rose was took off her medication because Jermaine wanted her to be in her purest from , free of restrictions the way god created her .
She was his Aphrodite .
"Now crawl your head in that noose , you wind up dead in the news ain't no peace treaty just pieces BG's up to pre -approve bodies on top of bodies IV's on top of IV's obviously the
Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys
When you hop on that trolley-"
"Make sure your colors correct Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect , They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except, When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat, You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a Tec
Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess
M.A.A.d city"
The two rapped along .
Along their treacherous and oddly weird relationship they've learned that they've shared many weird interests .
But his anger was weirdly calm .
Its like each and everyone of their problems , mainly who Jermaine thought who'd steal her from him .
A loud bang echoed through their apartment .
"NYPD OPEN UP WE HAVE A WARRENT FOR THE ARREST OF JERMAINE COLE "
Rose froze and slowly turned to Jermaine who looked like he was going to explode .
The door crashed down and in rolled a whole SWAT team poured in , three man grabbed and tackled him as he tried to fight his way out of their tight grasp and Rose stood there screaming .
"WHAT DID YOU DO JERMAINE , WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
Something clicked in her ,
The blood on his chin , the post man .
Dawn , the blood on the carpet ,
The man in the park , the fanny pack.
Her pacemaker raced .
and raced .
and raced .....
Untill she eventually hit the floor . the last thing she heard before falling into a pitch black abyss ,
"We need a bus , a pregnant woman......."
""Atticus said to Jem one day, "I'd rather you shot at tin cans in the backyard, but I know you'll go after birds. Shoot all the blue jays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird." That was the only time I ever heard Atticus say it was a sin to do something, and I asked Miss Maudie about it. "Your father's right," she said. "Mockingbirds don't do one thing except make music for us to enjoy. They don't eat up people's gardens, don't nest in corn cribs, they don't do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That's why it's a sin to kill a mockingbird."
