My Melanin luna

Into the woods we go

" m-m-mommy, my feet is hurting" Jon cried, rubbing his eyes. Tears was running down his cheeks, his hair is messing. We have been walking for three hours and a half, I have no money so, I can't rent a motel. I have been trying to flag down a truck for five minutes now, but no one would stop.

" please stop" I plead to the up coming truck, I really hope this one stop cause I don't want to be out here all night with Jon. Slowly the truck comes to a stop, thank god.

" where you going sweet thing" the fat white man in the driver's seat smirked. This man giving me the creeps, but he's my only hope.

"Any where far from here" I replied trying to hide the disgust in my voice. He looked me over, an open the passenger seat door. I looked out of the window of the truck, as the man started to drive. I looked over at the driver, he looks to be fifty something. He catch me looking at him, and smirked.

" You looked what, you see sweet thing" he smiled rising his eyebrows. What a nasty man. I turned back an looked out the win do, an attempted to stay  focused on the purple sky, over oak trees.

" You know, you're really pretty for a black girl" he said looking at the road. What does he mean I'm pretty for a black girl, all black girls are beautiful, if he can't see that then he's worst then I thought.

" I'm so sorry, I'm not a white women, please tell me more on how I'm pretty for a black girl" I mutter to him sounding as bitter as I feel.

" Is that your son, cause he looks white to me" he told me, looking at a sleeping Jon. It was a blatant offensive statement but he found it hilarious. What kind of man would ask a kind of question like that. Because he doesn't have my skin tone, doesn't mean that he's not mines.

" that's non of your fucking business" I replied sharply,I rolled my eyes as frustration and anger builds up.

" Oh feisty, I see I like that" his voice trails off as I feel his gaze burning holes into me, rubbing his hand up my legs.

"Don't fucking touch me you Idiota" I ordered sternly, holding Jon tightly to me, backing up more to the door. Who knows where those grumpy hands have been or where he wants to put them.

"Well you could have a better attitude, I'm helping you out here you little who're" He pointed his sharp brown at me, as he squeezed the wheel tighter.

" stop the fucking car, right now!" I respond frustrated not wanting to stay in this car, even longer with this disgrace of a man. He reached his arms toward me and touch my cheeks but I pushed it away, and Jon rolled in my hands. I started to pull on the door knob but, it wouldn't open.

"Open the fucking door" pulling an kicking the door hard.

" ok you fucking nigga" he spits curses, stopping the car. I wanted to slap him, the moment does words come out his mouth, but I don't want to wake up Jon. I grabbed my things and get out of the car. I looked at my surrounded, 
Noticing that we was in the middle of the woods.

"I guess, we're going to stay here tonight, my king man" I sigh founding a, clean place to rest tonight.

Can my life get any worse.