Karmani's Perspective:
We pulled up to the police station and they let me out. I still can't stop crying. I thought this would make me feel better but I feel sick to my stomach. I don't know what I'm going to do if they don't save him. The officers gave me a blanket and escorted me into the building.
They took my into a room and they both sat down with me.
"I know this is hard for you but we need you to calm down so we can talk to you. The more we get from you will get us closer to catching the person that did this. I need to you to tell me everything you know."
I took a few deep breaths. "We went in to order our food and he ran in. He got the money from the register and the employees tips a—and, and then- he turned the gun on us and I backed away but— but he didn't. He didn't move and he wouldn't give him any money so—so he" I broke down into tears as the sound of the gunshots rang out in my head again.
"Calm down ma'am." He rubbed my back softly.
I tried to breathe.
"He shot him and I just screamed, I could only scream."
"Did you see the shooters face."
"N-no he had on a mask."
"Any tattoos or visible scars?"
"He was covered and I was scared so I didn't look at him much."
"Okay. Thank you for cooperating."
"Can y'all take me to the hospital, so I can stay with him?"
"Yes ma'am."
They walked me back to the car.
Dave's Perspective:
"Baby can we watch something else? It's been on ESPN all day."
"I let you watch BlackInc Crew all day yesterday and didn't say nothing."
"Baby, please anything but this. We can watch the news for all I care."
Me being the petty nigga I am literally put it on the news channel.
"Dave why you gotta play so much?"
"You said you didn't care?" I laughed and she hit me playfully.
We wrestled back and fourth until heard the tv.
"Robbery at Waffle House on 23rd leaves one man in the hospital with life threatening injuries. Authorities say 28 year old Jamal Walker and his 25 year old girlfriend Karmani Carson were in the only customer present during the incident. Walker was shot 4 times after refusing to give up cash. The suspect fled the scene and is still at large. Please contact the county sheriffs department if you have any information pertaining the shooting. My name is Greg Collin and this is your breaking news."
I jumped up and searched for some pants and shit to put on while looking for my phone.
"Dave what's wrong?" Kay asked.
I lifted the sheets around her searching for my phone I found it and reached for it but Kayla grabbed it before I did.
"Yo what are you doing? Give me my shit."
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Karma|A Dave East Story|
FanfictionWhen the life of a not so average Stripper and a not so average Street nigga cross paths they create a extraordinary story. In the midst of falling in love, they break down so many stereotypes about strippers, street niggas and black couples! Their...