Color Blind

No One

I sat in my bed, everything looked so unfamiliar to me, how long had I been at war, how long had I been away from my family. My thoughts started to drift to Vannah, she had married that asshole, even though I had warned him to stay away, he had gotten my mother pregnant, and my Vannah. While I hated racism, and couldn't understand the reasoning behind owning slaves, or killing someone just because of their color, I would make an exception for him. She had fallen for him, for his ways, and he had cheated on her, and then left her with a baby. Had my son called him dad, did he know who I was? I swear I would kill him if someone hadn't of beat me too it. I could remember Vannah's expression as she told me about her miscarriage, caused by my own brother. I asked him to take care of her, to do this one thing for me, so I would go back to war instead of them sending him. With anger filling my veins with fire I got out of my bed and went downstairs to see my "brother" trying to reach his spoon as he sat in his wheelchair. 

"Aww, little brother, ya hungry" I smiled as Percy looked at me with wide eyes. I looked at the hot soup and then around to make sure my father wasn't in the house. If he was he was probably with Vannah's mother. I wished I could do something for her, she obviously wasn't in love with Pa, but she did what she had to for her family. 

"Joo...nee..........hap.........me" I laughed at that as I grabbed the spoon and the bowl and poured the hot soup on his legs.

"Aww did that hurt Johnny, not like ya got nothin down dere anymore" Percy tried to scream as I walked outside determined to see Vannah and my boy again. I saw her on the field with my baby on her back, and she was picking cotton. The war was over, we shouldn't even have slaves anymore. I walked over to Vannah and pulled her up.

"What ya doin Johnny boy, ya needs ta goin bout ya business, this lil nigger is working, we gots plenty of youngin back hea if ya need ta get ya rocks off, figured ya be a nigga lova like yer father" I walked over to Mikial and punched him as hard as I could in the face. He fell down and yelled my fathers name as I grabbed his whip.

"What ya doin wit dat dere boy" I flipped the whip back and it came across his back hard. I heard Vannah scream my name as I let it go again and he screamed. How dare he talk like that in front of her, in front of me?

"Son, what yer doin, son" I heard my father yell at me and grabbed my arm tightly as I was put back in a past time.

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 I watched as the men brought in three young slave girls, they weren't any older than 14 years of age. 

"Ya go learn boy, dese darkies is fa yer pleasure, here ya are fallin in love wit one, ya brother tole us of ya nigger girl, having dat abomination, all those prissy letters ya sen her, ya teach her how ta read Johnny boy, she open dem disgusting legs for ya, and ya go deeper in sin wit that temptation, look at em boy, dey the devil's work dey is, here to temp us away from our pure white women" I watched as he walked towards the trembling girls, touching their hair, and slapping one on her face. I tried to get my hands untied but I was too weak from the beating that they gave me. My one good eye was open just enough to see the sick fuck part one girls legs and force himself inside her. Her eyes caught mine as silent tears fell down her eyes. I wanted to help, I did, I would have if I wasn't tied up.

"Leave ha alone, yer fuck, leave ha alone" All I could see as I looked at this beautiful young black girl was Vannah, what she had suffered from Percy, what I had hoped she had not had to suffer from again. His movements became harder making her scream in pain.

"Ya ain't strong ya nigger bitch, ya ain't nothin, you ain't worth the shit on mi shoe, scream bitch" he began punching her, blood was beginning to pour from her face, and stained the inside of her and the fuckers legs. The girls next to her cried as they had to watch this monster defile their sister. The disgusting fuck looked at me, smiling.

"don't worry, ya next boy, We go fuck all dat black out ya, get ya right and reedy for a good white gal"

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I felt a small hug on my leg and looked down as I came back from that horrible memory. Vannah was hugging on my leg, our son on her back wailing, and crying. My father yelling my name and pulling my arm back now that I was distracted. I looked down to see the Plantation manager with whelps all over his exposed arms and face, his back was torn open and I smiled.

"You don't fuckin question me again" I threw the whip down and pulled out of my fathers grip. Looking down, I picked up my boy, and then held his momma to me. The slaves were looking at me as if I was someone they should fear. I didn't want that, I wanted for this to end, I wanted for us to be able to love one another, for everything to be equal regardless of skin color. I was color blind and I just wished my people would view races the way that I did. My son had quieted and laid on my shoulder as I held Vannah close to me. 

"It's okay Vannah, ssssssh" Her crying was started to tear at me, I didn't mean to scare her, I just, I didn't want her being spoken to that way. I slowly walked them to the shack, Trey had half finished for them, it was coming up on winter, she would be cold.

"Vannah, Vannah baby come to the house with me, you and our boy, I'll have my inheritance soon, and I'll move us to France, whea we won't hav ta deal wit non of this, I been dere Vannah, it's perfect for us" She moved away from me shaking her head.

"You don't mean dat Jon, stop fillin mi head wit dem lies o' ya's, all ya wan is mi bode, righ" she grabbed our son and put him in his makeshift bed. I watched as he turned with his thumb in my mouth and smiled, it quickly turned to a frown as I saw Vannah take her shift off.

"What ya waitin fer, ya ain't gotta ack lik ya luv me Jon" I walked over to her and pulled her into a deep kiss. I pulled her body close to mine and held her as tight as I possibly could.

"I love you Vannah, why ya doubt me"

"Johnny, I.........I.........Mista says ya knew, he sellin me off, furtha down South" My mouth dropped and I shook my head quickly. 

"No, No, I ain't letting that happen Vannah" I pulled her face towards me and kissed her lips violently. He wasn't gonna take what was mine, I had a way of making sure she didn't go anywhere. She fell back on the bed and her legs automatically opened, giving me a view of the prettiest sight in all the world. 

"Vannah, I knows ya still luv Trey, but..........I.........I need ya Vannah" I said as I crawled on top of her, between her legs. Flashes of that man hurting that girl went through my mind and I looked up to see Vannah with a sad smile.

"I need you, but I won' force ya, tell me ta stop Vannah" I said as I kissed her neck, down to her beautifully plump breasts, they were bigger than I remembered. Her hips, and her ass were bulging as well, and I loved it. She was beautiful, she was so beautiful and she was mine, no one was going to keep her from me.