Blog Posts #5 Jefferson’s pov

I’m goin down the street makin my way to the bar n I see Brother n Bear drivin. They pull up side me n offer me a ride. They start talkin bout how Gropé will give em credit just cause they know em, I think bullshit. When we get in n they start demandin they get drinks n don’t gotta pay n the old man say refuse say no. Bear, Brother, n Gropé start arguin bout payin for what they want n i don’t know what to do. I stand there listenin to em fight n Bear start goin behind the counter tryna grab a bottle n then old man Grope shoots em right there. Then Brother and Grope start shootin at each other and they both on the floor. I stand there not knowin what to do not even rememberin what exactly jus happened. I hear Gropé callin me “boy”n  I go down and beg him to tell the police that it wasn’t me, that I didn’t take no part in this, but he dead. I grab a bottle off the shelf n take one big drink. I see the cash holder is open so I grab some n I leave. Then these two white men done walk in the store n see me n all the people I jus saw shoot each other. They think I did it but I did nothin. I knew me havin the money look wrong but I had nothin so I grab it. I know I’m gon get blamed and go to jail. I start gettin real scared. I know I done bad.