Love Has No Color *Teaser* Completed

John

Why won’t she call me? I’ve been calling all day and she hasn’t called me back. It’s been a week since the incident with my mom. She can’t let that come between us, she really can't. I love her more than she knows and I refuse to let her go. My mom was wrong and I told her. She can't just tell people they won't fit in, especially my girlfriend. Just because she's not white, and forget the fact that she's beautiful and smart. Or the fact that she's independent and works hard for everything. Or the fact that your son is in love with her. I don't know what to do.

            "John!" I hear my mom call me. She is the last person I want to talk to right now. "Come downstairs please!" I slowly got off my bed and went downstairs.

            "Yes?" I looked at my mom sitting on the couch.

            "John, let's talk about this so called girlfriend you have, shall we?" I could tell she would be doing more talking than me.

            "Sure," I sat down on the opposite side of the couch.

            "So, what possessed you to bring this girl to my home? You can't seriously be dating her."

            "Well, mom, I am. I love her and I wanted you to meet her. I want to spend the rest of my life with her."

            "Spend the rest of your life with her? You can't be serious? You can't seriously like, let alone love this girl? If your father was here he would ---"

            "Be happy for me. Dad would be happy for me. And you know it!" I can't believe my mom was being a hypocritical racist.

            "Your father would have felt the same way. He would never approve of this."

            "Well then I guess it's a good thing that he's dead, huh?"

            "Maybe it is then. Maybe it's a good thing that he doesn't see his son make the biggest mistake of his LIFE! MAYBE IT'S A GOOD THING THAT HE DOESN'T HAVE TO SEE HIS SON RUIN EVERYTHINHG HIS' PARENTS WORKED SO HARD FOR!!!!!"

            "MY PARENTS! MY PARENTS! ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW? YOU DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! EVERYTHING YOU HAVE DAD GAVE YOU! YOU WERE NOTHING BEFORE HE MARRIED YOU. HE MADE YOU WHO YOU ARE AND IF IT WASN'T FOR HIM WORKING SO HARD YOU WILL STILL BE TRAILER TRASH--- “

*smack*

            I felt my face burn from where my mom had slapped me and sting at the warm tears running down my face.

            “Don’t. You. Ever. Take that tone of voice with me.” My mother said in a low crypt voice. “How do you think you got here? It was me! Your father never even wanted you. I’m the reason you’re even alive. If your father had things his way you would be dead and I would have this beautiful house to myself, not sharing it with an ungrateful son. I made your father. He was the man you saw him as because of me. I’m the reason we have this house and I’m the reason your father made so much money. I have a college degree and if I wanted to I can go back to Richards and Carlton Law Firm. Do you even know what the ‘Richards’ in Richards and Carlton stand for? Well do you?”

I was afraid to answer. My mother has never talked to me like this before nor was I used to it. But if there was one thing I learned from my father it was to hold my ground. So I decided to not let her see me flinch. “No, what does it mean?”

“It means Richardson as in Carla Richardson. And do you know who Carla Richardson is? No? Well I’ll tell you. I. AM. CARLA. RICHARDSON. I own that firm.”

I was completely dumbfounded. I never knew my mother was smart enough to own anything but material things like cars or clothes. I wonder why dad never told me this.

“What? Does this surprise you, son? What ‘daddy’ never told his precious son of mommy’s former life? It’s not surprising. Your father was a jerk. He only cared for himself and no one else. It’s amazing he spent as much time as he did with you. Ha, he made me the bad guy for everything. It’s a shame though, he just thought you were so perfect and yet look at you. In love with a black girl. A spook, coon, negro, and what else word comes to mind for those people. Oh he would have had a field with this one. I can just imagine—“

“STOP!!! DON’T YOU TALK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT! SHE IS MORE THAN WHAT PEOPLE LIKE YOU MAKE OF HER. She is beautiful, smart and a good person. She’s more of a woman than you’ll ever be. I love her and I know she loves me. No matter what you say or do you can’t keep me from her.”

“You can’t be serious about this little—“

“You lost a husband do you really want to lose a son too?” With that I grabbed my keys and left the house. I can’t believe she said all those things about Emily. I need to go see her, and I can’t think of a better time than now.