Love without colour

I've got your back

The moment I was introduced as Richie's girlfriend, look on their faces changed from curiosity to one of shock and horror. I swear to y'all, their eyes looked like it was seconds away from popping out of their sockets. I smirked at them and waved. And what the hell is up with those names?

I heard Harmony snickering beside me and I know she was wondering the same thing as me. White people be naming them kids some weird ass names.

The tall blonde girl stepped forward, looking from Richie to me. A look of utter disbelief on her face. She was actually quite beautiful, they all were. Seems like good looks ran in their family, because as evil as Richie mother is, she is a very attractive woman.

"You're kidding, right? This is another one of your jokes, right?

When Richie didn't laugh or answer her she stepped back like she was hit with something. Her eyes got stormy and filled with rage. Her death glare was casted on me and I held my own. If little bitch wanted to fight I would gladly kick her ass. I ain't ashamed to give her an ass whooping.

"How could you Oswaldo? Lisa is my best friend, you two were together for a long time. You love her and she loves you. Does she even know that you've moved on, with her?"

She brought her hands up to cover her mouth and cried softly.

"Lisa must be so heartbroken, I've got to call her to make sure she's ok."

She turned away from us, dug into her pink purse and retrieved a mobile phone. I didn't listen to what she was saying because suddenly the room erupted. There were shouting and yelling followed by screaming and crying. I swear it was like and episode of the Kardashian. All this drama because Richie and I are together.

Harmony and I looked at each other and we backed away into the kitchen. I walked over to the cupboard and grabbed a glass, turning the tap on, I filled it with water and took a big gulp. Harmony was standing over by the door looking at me. I grabbed on to the sink of support and closed my eyes. I was tired of all the bullshit.

"I swear my life is like some reality T.V bullshit. I went from being the poor black girl that nobody liked, to the poor black girl that's dating the rich white guy that nobody likes."

I really didn't think I could deal with any more drama. I knew having a relationship was hard, but having to fight someone new every day just to prove that you have the right to love whoever you choose, is harder that you might think. I love Richie, there is just no me without him, but will we still come out strong when the fight is over? But more importantly, will the fight ever be over?

"Is this the shit you have to deal with?" Harmony asked.

I nodded then buried my face in my hands. I could still hear them on the other side of the door arguing. I just didn't get why they couldn't just leave us alone. We weren't hurting anyone, we just wanted to be able to love each other in peace. I ain't a weak person, but as my mama always says, constant banging always breaks away. I was getting tired of fighting, I was tempted to take the easy way out but I knew Richie would never let me. He keeps he grounded and focus that's one of the reasons I love him.

I felt Harmony arms around me and I turned and rested my head on her shoulders. I sighed deeply and let her comfort me. She rested her head against mine and squeezed my shoulders.

"Remember that time when you were fourteen and Bobby Hallway was hitting on me and I didn't like it."

I laughed slightly and she continued.

"Remember what you said to him? You told him that if he didn't get his diseased hands off of me, you were going to kick his fat ass until he loses 20 pounds."