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Daisy
After I finished up what I was doing, I put the pregnancy test in back in the box and in my pocket. I finished up then opened the bathroom door.
"What... the fuck." I mumbled to myself as I came face to face with one of the white men aiming a shotgun at Michaels head. I instantly put my hands up with wide eyes as I glanced at Michael who had a permanent frown plastered on his face.
"Pay fer what ya stole!" He yelled at me in his deep country voice, making me jump out of my skin.
"I told you she didn't steal anything!" Michael spoke through clenched teeth as he glared at the man. I felt my heart fall to my feet at the sight of the man stepping closer to michael, now pressing the gun against his forehead.
"You think I won't blow yer head off, boy?"
Michael frowned harder. "Just let us pay for our stuff and go."
"Nah." He moved the gun, now pointing it at me, and I swear if I didn't just pee, I would've—
"No!" Michael grabbed the end of the gun and pushed it in the opposite direction. "Point that gun at her again and I'll snap your neck."
My eyes widened at Michael speaking so... vulgar. I didn't know he had it in him.
"Man.. j-just take out what ya stole ma'am!" The shaken up teenage Walgreens worker said behind the two white men, eager to put this situation to an end.
"I'm gonna say this one. last. time... she didn't steal anyth—"
"Okay!" I interrupted Michael.
He looked at me confused as I slowly looked down, pulling the boxed pregnancy test out of my pocket.
I looked up at the white man with the gun as he slowly lowered it, snatching the test out of my hand and handing it to the teenage boy.
"Trash it... in the back dumpster."
I immediately felt offended and I just wanted to get out of here. I glanced at Michael who was still frowning at me as if he wanted to speak but was unsure what to say.
"Next time, I will blow yer head off... boy."
Michael frowned at him before angrily grabbing my hand and yanking me out of the store. He held my wrists so tight it hurt. I pulled away from him mad as he glared at me. He opened the passenger van door and looked away as he waited for me to get in.
