TW: police violence.
RIP George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Elijah McClain, and others
Quincy tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove. Just another day in the great adventure vehicle. He loved to call it that.
He began to hear sirens behind him and his heart raced. You'll be fine, you're a light-skinned boy, you have a better chance, he thought.
He pulled over and took a deep breath. The cop exited his vehicle and went to the driver's side. Quincy rolled down his window and began to get out his license and registration.
"No need for that. We are here for a car search." The officer said.
"Oh, ok. Search away." Quincy said, stepping out of his car and the cop gave him a look of suspicion.
After a couple of minutes, the officer says, "What's this, boy?" The officer holds up a bottle of liquor.
Quincy's eyes widen. He knew he should've stuck it back inside after his father gave it to him to leave in the car. He just feared that if his mother found the liquor, it would be a screaming match between his mother and father. He knew he wouldn't be able to handle it. He was just so foolish!
"Officer, that was my fathers he left it-"
"Don't lie!" The officer said, getting up in his face.
Quincy backed up, getting ready to run. With each inch he took backward, the officer took forward. Finally, he bolted. He ran as quickly as possible. However, it helped in no way. Two of the cops restrained him, slamming his face on the hard asphalt. He could feel the blood seeping out of his cheek.
"Please..." Quincy cried, leaning his head up. Big mistake... The officer picked up his knee and slammed it into Quincy's neck.
"Stop!" Quincy shouted. Soon, his ability to breathe began to fade. "Please, I can't breathe!" He cried as tears streamed down his face.
"You're talking, aren't ya?" One cop said with a laugh. "He thinks he can trick me. Stupid nigger."
Quincy struggles and tries to get up, but they have a stronghold on him.
The more he struggled, the harder they held him until finally, his vision went dark.