MULATTO (Iyila) (Editing)

chapter three ~ Dedicated to Msproverb31

TRUST AND A WHITE

"Iyila, ya hav ter be strong.

Lisan, lisan to me. Lisan Iyila, we dream ter live dis place togeda buh no way, ha nee ya ter be strong. Ya have ter promise dah ya won never figh no more..."

Lightening flashed, followed by a troublesome wind, that caused the windows to involuntarily clatter against the wall of the building, she shivered slightly as the sound of the rumbling sky broke into her wall of speculation and rudely dragged her mind back to reality.

Quickly, she grabbed the locks on the widow, but the stubborn wind fought with her, scattering her hair which covered her face and disrupted her view. She gathered all her strength and pulled harder. After some minutes of heavy struggling, the wind finally retreated and let go of the prize.

She gasped for air after she had successfully locked the window. She quickly arranged her hair and reached for an enamel cup to get some water. As she grabbed the handle of the tap, her mind drifted back to the incident that happened two weeks ago, it still felt like yesterday,

She could still see their beautiful faces adorned with crystal sorrow. She could still see the fake smiles they always wore to encourage each other. She could still see the scene where Rose sat on the floor, blood dripping out of her mouth and the helpless look on her face as she slowly got up. Trying to sleep after that scene had been very difficult and her body screamed because of fatigue.

That scene had unrelentingly haunted her dreams, filling her with regret and pain. She hated herself for not trying to save her friend, even though her mind kept supplying numerous reasons why she couldn't have done anything. She feared for their safety.

"I hate this life!" she yelled in sobs, pounding the table with the cup as tears streamed down her face. She panted heavily and, after a brief pause, turned to the door when she heard the handle creak. She quickly stood straight and wiped her face. The door opened to reveal a young Mulatto girl, with skin so fair that she could, without much effort, pass as a white. She was wearing a second hand green lace gown and a mischievous smile on her round scar free face.

Iyila frowned irritably as she watched the blonde raise her head as the whites did in a dignified manner and march in carrying a tray. This was one reason she needed Rose and Mary. Getting along with the other mulattos was very difficult especially the blonde, Amanda.

She was not just a slave, she was Amos' favourite slave, which meant Amanda had more advantage than every other slave. To be exact, she had an advantage that slaves never had. Amanda was perfect at blabbing about her meagre privileges.

"Ha no ya loving mah new look" Amanda said in an accent she had been practicing for a long time. To her it was near English. She dropped the tray on a table.

Iyila scoffed. "Don't flatter yourself blonde, because it will take me a lifetime to notice your shadow." she said hatefully.

Amanda sneered and placed a hand on her hip "Ya ha'e me so much because ya can nor be like me" Amanda sweetly replied after reorganising her smile which Iyila's words had shattered. She disliked Iyila, especially after she had learned of her dispute with the master.

"I pity you Amanda" Iyila replied angrily, removing some hair from her face.

"I see." Amanda replied pacing back and forth like Mellisa.

"Stop trying to be what you are not, you are blind Amanda, so you see nothing." Iyila said in a chuckle as she turned to collect some water.

"Ya thing ya's a hero and ya ken do wah ya lag. Ya dishonour massa, everybody buh ha won let ya disregard me" Amanda angrily spat.