Jaycen and Aubrey are settling into married life with children; but will a new doctor on the scene tear them apart? Chancez is still reeling from the return of his presumed dead mother and his new half brother who happens to be Derby's son. Will the...
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I have never been afraid of the unknown. The unknown intrigues me. It is like falling into a black hole with an infinite bottom or jumping into the Mad Hatter's hat in Alice's wonderland. Many, many years ago; I started a family as a white man with a black woman. We had to deal with the stigma of an interracial relationship, even AFTER both of my parents were dead and gone. I loved my wife more than the upper echelon that I was groomed to be a part of. I loved her even more when she bore me our two children, Raina and Jared. Raina was my little princess, who could do no wrong in her father's eyes; while Jared was the boy who allowed his mother to dictate his life. Beulah Graham and I had come a long way from that fateful night so many years ago...
It was a stormy, summer night and I was just about to get into my bed when I heard the muffled sounds of a girl crying. I tried to ignore the sounds, but something about this girl's cries consumed me...drew me to her. I walked out into the long, dark hallway towards the landing of the staircase. I looked down onto the floor below and saw the flickering of the fireplace. I knew immediately what was going on. My mother was fast asleep and my father had captured his prey for the night. This was their routine. My mother would allow my father to sleep with various women as long as he kept them away from her. I never understood how a woman could submit herself to a bastard like my father. He was the epitome of everything I HATED. I walked towards the staircase and carefully stepped slowly down step by step until I reached the cold marble floor. I held my breath as I crept towards the living room where the flickering of the fireplace and the soft crying was coming from. I peeked around the corner to see if I could make out anything. I couldn't. I tightened the sash around my robe and walked slowly around the corner into the doorway of the room. I saw her first bent over the couch naked. She was shivering, crying and looked as if someone had being throwing her around like a rag doll.
I looked around the room surveying the situation as I approached the couch slowly. She had her face buried in the sofa cushion as her naked ass glistened with sweat. Her dark skin was so shiny like marble, as I stood over her. I slowly reached out and touched her on the back. She whimpered and slowly looked up at me. Our eyes met and I remembered. She was the girl from the lake. I placed my finger over my lip signaling to her that everything would be okay. She nodded her head at me, as I walked slowly around to the back of the couch and that's when I saw him. He was where he ALWAYS was...passed out behind the couch. His shirt was off and his pants were un-buckled. I didn't know what it was with my father. He had all the money and power that he ever wanted or needed, and yet he still had so much bitterness and anger within himself. I wondered what or who turned him into the man that he became. I sighed deeply as I leaned down to wake him. I nudged my father and he groaned slightly. I nudged him again and his eyes opened slowly. We stared at each other intensely until a sick smirk appeared across his face. He cleared his throat and began to speak softly.
"You are ALWAYS saving one of THEM," he emphasized the word "them," as I stared at him. "Why can't you be like the other boys? Huh? You have to treat the slaves and the nigger whores as if they are our equals," he spat, as he slowly got up off of the ground. "They are NOT our equals, boy."
