What It Takes To Love you (BWWM Interracial Love Story)

Ch. 1: Ethics and Different Ethnics

Angelo's POV

" Lo voglio che tu neanche lontanamente questa ragazza nera!", my father yelled, his anger ringing through the kitchen. "I want you nowhere near this black girl",he screamed. I was taken aback. My dad had never been the most open minded person,but he was never a racist either. I quickly turned my head, looking at Danielle, watching tears rush down her face. Shit. I'd forgotten she was fluent in Italian.

" Dani-" I started, reaching out to grab her hand. She shook her head vigorously,tears and hair flying everywhere. She looked at her feet, grabbed her bag that was sitting on the stool, and ran out the house, slamming the front door behind. My father leaned triumphantly against the sink while my mother stood, twittling her thumbs sitting at the kitchen table.

" WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" I screamed in my fathers face. He replied by quickly getting close to mine.

" Michaelangelo, I made it very clear from the moment I laid eyes on her, that I wanted no more than a friendship between the two of you. I have done nothing wrong here, besides doing what is right. It is time you start doing the same. I dont know what has gotten into you, liking these black girls! STICK WITHIN YOUR OWN KIND! And there will be a hell of alot less trouble, for everyone. I have said what I had to say, those are my rules. If you dont like them, you know where the door is", he spat, staring me dead in the eyes.

" I dont know if you realized this, prick, but I lost respect for you, long time ago when you chose some random side bitch over your own family.What you have to say means nothing to me." I spat back, turning to look at my mother. " Madre?" I asked, hoping she would talk some sense into him. I should have known better. My mother was a weak, vulnerable woman.

" Maybe you should listen to your father, figlio. After all he-" I didnt wait for her to finish. I stormed out of the kitchen and out the door. I heard my father yelling something inside the house, but I didnt give a damn. I started up the engine on my car, and screeched down the street. My blood was pulsing in my ears as I sped down the empty streets.

Danielle's POV

I was fumbling with the keys to my house, trying to get in, but tears blurred my vision. I finally got the right key, and burst ino my house, a fresh set of tears trickling down my face. I felt worthless and completely deflated of hope. I knew his family wasn't exactly in my fanclub, but they were at least somewhat tolerant of me. But what had went so wrong today?! We were only in the kitchen studying, having an after school snack. Maybe it was the fact that I was using their real dishes? Was it becuase I wore my shoes in the house? WAS IT BECAUSE MY SWEATER WAS THROWN OVER THEIR COUCH?!

I let out a frustrated groan as I trudged up the stairs,frowning with every step I took. Getting in my room, I stopped in front of the mirror, taking in my appearence. At 5 foot 6 I was considered average height for a sixteen year old. My skin was a mocha tone, and with the help of all my acne medicine, it was pretty flawless. Turning to the side, my frown deepened when I saw my muffin top. I wasnt over weight, but I could lose a few pounds, but Angelo said he loved my "love handles". There was nothing lovely about them.

I flopped on my bed,internally hating myself for a numerous amount of reasons. Before another set of tears formed, I knew what I had to do for myself. I slid my fingers under the mattress, riggling them around the crack until I felt my diary. I held it close to my chest, running my fingers along its spine, already craving the feel of writing in its pages. I grabbed my pen from my night stand and started my cathartic writing process. It was the only thing that kept me calm at times like this.

Dear Diary:

Today had to be the absolute worst day I've ever had in my 16 years of life. No exaggeration. Not only was I racially discriminated, but I think this may be the end of me and Angelo's relationship. I can't help but think this is somewhat my fault too. I just hate myself so much sometimes,ya know? Here's a list of why I have such self hate: