Living with the enemies

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I wake up in a cold sweat, just like always. I look around and realize I'm not at home. I was so confused. I start to panic. What if white men drugged me and are going to rape me? "HELP!" I scream "PLEASE HELP ME!" A boy who looks around sixteen runs in. "Please calm down." He tells me "You're going to be fine." Alex, Reese( Roose), a little girl, & Bull Conner walk in. My eyes widen at Bull Conner. "W-What?" I ask so confused. "Your mother and father have died in a fire. The smoke killed them. You were sobbing so much that you inhaled a lot of smoke. You passed out and apparently lost your memory. You and your sister will live here. Both of you will work here or you will be kicked out. That is all." Bull says and walks out. Alex smiles at me apollogetically. "This is Reese, the little girl is Laurel, and the other boy is Rocky." He explains to me. I just nod, having nothing to say. "Breakfast will be ready in one hour. Your sister, Quinn, is alright." They all leave the room together. I look at my arm. The dog bite still hurts, but at least it was stitched up. In the one hour I could have gotten clean, I sobbed. Sobbed for my mother and father. It's all your fault. In reality it was. The KKK must have found out I was leading the Hispanics and planted a bomb. You killed them. You are the reason Quinn is parentless. You are living with the most racist man in America. A maid came in and cleaned me up. She put light makeup on me. She laid out this black shirt and a white skirt for me to wear. I put it on and decided to wear black flats. The maid put my hair in a bun. You look pretty, but they are still dead. Can prettiness change that? I bite my lip to keep me from crying. I walk to the dining area. It was gorgeous here, I had to admit. As I walk in, everyone looks at me. Alex's jaw drops. He immediately closed his mouth and looks at his food. Reese, Rocky, and Laurel smile at me. I sit next to Reese. Remember that you are living with the enemies. I can not become friends with them. It would be the end of us all.

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