Searching for Love, Found Wealth

When I got home, mom wasn’t there. I remembered that I left her at home all by herself with the door unlocked.

What if something had happened?.. Or she ran away? It wouldn’t be cool to call my mom until I have checked. I haven’t been gone for long.

Still she wasn’t anywhere around the house. I became bothered.

She doesn’t even have a phone, how could I find her? I looked up the house and moved to the streets. At a joint, I saw a man holding a club standing at the ice-cream shop.

I identified the man as the leader of the riot group that usually threw stones at our house. He was a full time white racist.

I wanted to run but I picked up courage and stood there. It seemed the man was threatening the ice-cream seller.

When I got closer I saw the little black boy beside the man. What was that child doing with this monster?

“Daddy please stop, he just gave me ice-cream. I didn’t tell him anything” the boy said. Dad? I glanced at the ice-cream man. Disgust spread across his face.

“Sir, I’d advice you start acting like a father and stop hurting your son. You could remarry if you can’t control yourself” the seller’s void was calm.

I began nodding as my brain assimilated everything. The black child was an adoptive child of that monster and the monster had been sexually abusing him, his own child. We needed to call the police!

“Sir, please, don’t be rude to my dad” the boy defended.

The ‘monster man’ dragged his son away, as he left, he hit his club on the ice-cream seller’s shop and shouted “You’ve been warned”.

I came closer to the shop when the man was far away. “Wont you call the police?” I inspected the damage the club hit made.

It was a visible damage. That man was a taut, a child abuser and a racist, even though he had a black child he was still a racist.

Such were disgrace to the human race at large.

The seller was surprised to see me but later shook his head, “I tried. I really did. But the man has connections and he always get away”.

I looked up straight, “Did you see another little black girl? She is almost white though?” I smiled.

The seller shook his head again, “I haven’t, I need to close up now. Goodnight”.

The feeling of helplessness was all over his face. Wanting to help but unable to. I proceeded in finding Gladys.

I found the ‘little imp’ at an amusement park, don’t know what she doing there. I dragged her hair from backwards and she fell to the ground.

“Want to get kidnapped? Honestly, I have no problem with it but take permission at least!” I shouted to her on the ground.

Her eyes were watery like she had been crying. I pulled her up and began taking her back home. She struggled to pull off from my grip but I guess I was too strong – or she was too weak.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

On getting home, I dragged her all the way to the store and locked her up. She wouldn’t cause any trouble in there.

She kept on banging on the door shouting “open up!” but I ignored. She should learn her place.

I picked up my phone and made a call to Charles, he wasn’t in the know of my half-sister and everything. I felt he was someone who could understand me now.

I started with thanking him for the ‘very sad voice note’ he sent me. I wondered if I could feature the voice note on my page.

It would really point the whites as monsters. I shouldn’t have asked him though, Charles told me I could. That the boy wanted it to go as far as possible to the world.

This means I had to begin typing it on my phone to post on Facebook. Also Facebook had a word limit, didn’t they?

I drifted our conversation to my half-sister. Everything had happened so fast so I couldn’t tell him all those while. He was quiet and listened to everything I said.

If he was surprised, he didn’t show it. “Siblings are treasures, Kiera. I should know from once having one” he started after my explanation.

He hadn’t understood me for he kept on talking about how I can make her happy and accepted. What if she didn’t need my acceptance. To her, I’m from an inferior race.

“Also, try to stay around her to play with her. You’re her family now” he continued. I twisted my face, why wasn’t anyone understanding me? I was ready to accept her bit then she started throwing racial acts at me.

The Black race wasn’t an inferior race, it’s still a human race and should be respected by all.

“Look Charles, I see you don’t want to understand me so forget it” I interrupted and switched off the line.

I’d do as he say, be nice. But the part of being a family and understanding her? She doesn’t need me. And I already understand her.

Charles texted “I’m on my way. Be home”. I swiped it off my screen and went to the store. She was quiet as I opened the door.

I threw the ice-cream I bought earlier on her. She looked up at me. I sighed, “Yeah, I’m trying to be nice” and went back to my room. She is not worth my trouble, just a trash, disposed here by my dad.

(Gladys’ POV)

I don’t get her. One second, she is nice. The other, she’s mean. The next, she’s nice again. I picked up the ice-cream. It wasn’t even my favorite.

While she locked me up at the store I thought of so many ways I could make this place a bit fun. I don’t really believe Blacks are inferior but that’s what my mom have been telling me.

I really thought if I hid my black tendencies my mom would love me but it didn’t work. Her female partner said she didn’t want me and so mom ditched me with dad. Dad in turn ditched me with his first family.

I really want someone to accept me somewhere. Kiera came in again and saw me still sitting at the store she sighed again and left. She seemed nice earlier, maybe I was the one who turned her off.