My Racist(completed)..undergoing some editing

chapter 3

What and if are two non-threatening words,
But if we join them they make a threatening word,
They force us to question ourselves,
What if i loved?.
What if i chose to live differently?.
what if I took the chances?.
-letters to juliet.

Selami.

Something bright dragged my attention as I approached my house.

And there it was.

Standing tall and large,made of glass,shinning brightly in the night sky with a perfect view of the stars. If I squinted my eyes a little bit closer to the electric fence.

I could swear that I would see..

Yes.

The white swans gathered in a small but beautiful lake, decorated with flowers at each corner which stood out with the help of the lights floating at the surface of the water. I envied this house since the first day I had moved in a block away from here,It always stood out not because of it's fancies but it's rare uniqueness. Each night I would stop by here,waiting to get a glimpse of the people that stayed here but it was empty and dark until today.

I must have been drooling and lost, not to have noticed someone standing at the balcony watching me.

I couldn't make out who it was from the dark but I knew it was a man ,shirtless. His bare chest badly ripped till his abdomen, his arms strong, firm, juicy and muscular and on his right hand he held a glass filled with either wine Or beer. I couldn't tell but for some strange reason I felt drawn drawn to him.

He didn't move or look away. He stood perfectly still,paying all his attention to me like I was a piece of exclusive painting he wanted to run his fingers on.

I was about to walk away until he did the most unexpected thing.

He stretched out his hand towards my direction. Before I could get a chance to respond,he quickly spun around and walked gracefully into the wide-opened door, shutting it silently like it was a reflex.

I let out the breath that I didn't realize I was holding and continued my long silent walk home.

Maybe it was my imagination.

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I mouthed the steps and took hold of the light door knocker and with my free hand,I knocked softly on the door. A moment later the door was yanked open, and my father there on the threshold still dressed in his work clothes, his shoulders slumped and his eyes cloudy.

"Papa,Agbanìì oma"( Good evening) . I greeted, making my way into the living room before he pushed me back.

"Where are you coming from?" He asked quietly, leaning against the door jamb, his expression wry.

He smelt of perfume, not any normal type but womens perfume and on his right neck were lip stick stains.

I hesitated a bit before replying.

"From school."

"Your school closed ten minutes ago." He said, flashing his wrist watch at my face.

" I had to ......".

With no further explanation,he stepped back.

"Please, please". I begged, holding the door open before he could lock me out.

He slammed the door on my fingers, forcing me to let go as blood gushed out from them and he shut the door and left.I let myself fall slowly to the foot of his door as I heard him and whoever he was with make different moans and growls.