Beliefs (Interracial Teen Story)

Azalea

Finally,  Azalea thought. Her plan was going to go through. Wes froze, then turned around.

Standing there with a gun was a black civil rights activist with an organization called Protector of All.  They, instead of taking Martin Luther King as a role model, preferred Malcolm X. Their motto was  by any means necessary.

She had given the organization a call and advice on what to do. They told her to arm herself and get under the bed, and she did just that. They also knew the location would be in the woods, because many killings had gone on there before.

Azalea had gotten the information from a rip away flier at the colored grocery store, while absentmindedly ignoring David.

Along with him were two others and they also had guns. "Drop that lighter boy," the leader warned. Wes dropped it, his eye slightly twitching.

"Good. I see you're already out of the bonds. Great job. Now all of you, hands up." They did as told. Azalea stood up. "Backup will be here in a couple minutes. Jack, cut him down," The leader said referring to Johnny.

"We're glad you called us. This could have been another horrible disaster."

Azalea just nodded, and watched as Johnny was cut down. He almost fell, then regained his balance. Then, despite every thing going on around them, he ran over and grabbed Azalea into his arms.

She hugged him back. "I thought I lost you," he breathed. "We'll never lose each other," Azalea said back smiling. Then suddenly Johnny's body got stiff.

He grabbed Azalea's hand tight, then let go. Then there was a gunshot. It all happened so quick. Both Johnny and Wes were on the ground.

Rain began to fall in a heavy stream as Azalea screamed. Wes had stabbed Johnny, in the back, then he was shot. Azalea  dropped to the ground, and tried to stop all the blood....

But it was no use.

Johnny's eyes fluttered. Azalea frantically put her hand on his face. She pulled the knife out and threw it, and tried to stop up the wound.

"Johnny no! Stop bleeding! Please don't leave me Johnny please!" Azalea sobbed as the rain poured down and the world moved in slow motion.

She grabbed his now cold hand and laid her head on his chest, and listened to his faint, slowing heartbeat.

"Is he alright? Is the boy alright?" She heard the man say. She ignored it. Her very existence, this dirty blonde, six foot, goofy, 17 year old boy was being ripped away from her, in the cold unrelenting rain.

"No no no no!" She sobbed running her hand through his wet hair. Take me instead God, Azalea thought. Please! Take me!

It seemed to Azalea that God was ignoring her. Johnny's heartbeat was soon so faint, she couldn't hear it. Then the light thump thump disappeared.

"I love you, Azalea." She heard his voice for the last time before he closed his eyes forever.