Forlot: Thunder Will Come Down - Book Twenty-Seven

Chapter Four

"I am forever in Caleb's debt that he admitted the truth when you, Destiny, and Marty decided to do the opposite," I stated to Diversity. "Because Caleb is a true Christian, he did what was right."

"Caleb, Caleb, Caleb. Why can you not stop talking about him? Oh, I know why. I know exactly why. Caleb Night brainwashed you."

Her last sentence made me want to slap her in the face. If anyone was brainwashed, it was her. She pretended to care about those who are gay and transgender and non-binary and absolutely despised people like Caleb. If your skin is white, she hated you. If you are a male, she hated you. If you are straight or a Christian or both, she wished that you were dead. If not for Caleb, I would have probably ended up like her.

"The only reason that you claim that my husband brainwashed me is because you hate him for what he is. You are judgmental and a racist."

"How dare you accuse me of such things. You know what people would say if they heard you?"

"Yep. The smart ones would applaud me for calling out your bull. Any real worlder who agrees with you, Diversity, is sick in the head and should be taught the right way."

"Boy, did Caleb change you, Cindy. I barely recognize you and would have never thought that you would say such lies."

"They are not lies when you have proven time and time again that you are a selfish idiot. I cannot believe that I am saying this, but Ava is better than you."

She did not like being compared to Ava, and I loved that.

She pointed at herself. "Are you seriously comparing me to Ava Campbell? Ava is a psychopath and the one who put Caleb through heck."

"You are correct about that. Ava is a despicable being, and in my opinion, she should rot in jail. But it is unfortunate that is not possible for two reasons. One, there are no police officers or a police station in Forlot. You and the other villains are to blame."

"It is for the best for the officers. None would have survived if they stayed in Forlot."

I slowly took a step back. "I am just glad that the leaders and mayor passed a law that allowed the citizens to take matters into their own hands. It is not the best system, but it is better than nothing."

I rushed to the kitchen and opened one of the cabinet doors. Diversity wasted no time in following me and asked - no, demanded - what I was up to. I told her to not worry and pulled an object out of the cabinet. Her eyes widened, and I placed my finger on the trigger.

"Now I know that you lost your mind," Diversity said. "Why in the world do you have a loaded gun in your cabinet? It should be in a safe that is locked. Why do you even have a gun anyway?!"

"The Forlot law clearly states that I can own the weapon of my choice. The owner who sells weapons is a good man. He knows Caleb and had no problem giving Caleb's wife a gun. Even though that Caleb and I have our happily ever after, people like you and Ava will try anything to make our lives a living heck."

"So it has come to this, Cindy. You are willing to shoot your cousin just to protect your husband who is a white boy."

"I am willing to shoot my cousin who is nothing more than a stranger to me in order to protect the person who loves me for me. The person who never lied to me. Who never manipulated me or kept secrets from me."

She snickered. "That is where you are wrong. Caleb did keep a secret from you. An important one that you will turn your world upside down now that you are married to the guy."

"I do not have to hear more of your lies. Now get out."

"I would look up your husband's history and read what his ancestors did."

I aimed the gun at the living room wall. The bullet went into the wall, creating a hole in the process. "That was a warning shot. The next bullet will be in your flesh."

"Alright, alright. I will go. Just please read the Nights on the Internet. You will not regret it." With that, she ran out and vanished in the darkness of night.

I will admit to you readers that I was curious about Caleb Night's ancestors and got Caleb's laptop from the other room and brought it into the living room. I sat on the couch and set it on the glass table. I called to Cal and Tamara to tell them to stay in Cal's bedroom until I said so and woke up the laptop from sleep mode. I typed on the keyboard, searching for Caleb Night, and received plenty of searches. I clicked on the first one and scrolled down the page. It was an article that discussed the Nights - or should I say, Mornings - and had some old pictures. I read the article - and made a shocking discovery.

Back when slavery was legal, the Mornings owned lots of slaves, and most of them were black. The Mornings did not treat their slaves with kindness and usually just let them starve. To think that Caleb would be traced all the way back to these...these monsters. I was blessed and still am that he is nothing like them. How come Caleb never told me what his ancestors did? He probably did not know that his ancestors were this low.

I returned to Cal's room and told my children that they could come down. Tamara crawled to me and tried to stand on her little feet.

"Cal. Tamara," I said. "How would you like to have a brother or sister?"