Love without colour

These black bitches

Oswaldo’s P.O.V

 

Pregnant! She might be pregnant. Our situation is really messed up. I don’t think either of us is ready for a baby. What am I gonna do with a kid? It’s my fault anyways, believe it or not I’ve never used protection with her. It was bound to happen sooner or later. I was hoping for later, much later. Like 10 years into the future later.

“Are you sure, Mel?”

We’re back at my place. I brought her here after we left her parents’ house. With all the crying she was doing in the car drive, I didn’t get the chance to talk to her about the pregnancy thing.

Now a few hours after, she’s calmed down and we’re talking about it.

“I ain’t sure of nothing. I missed my period about two weeks now. I been too scared to take one of them pee sticks. I done watched a lot of girl pee on them sticks and they lives have changed forever. I’m scared of what I might see, Richie.”

Believe me, she isn’t the only one. But we need to find out and decide what we are gonna do about it.

“I’ll book you an appointment with my doctor in the morning. We need to know if you’re pregnant or not.”

We are sitting on the sofa in the family room and she’s tucked up next to me. We haven’t talked about the cousin issue since leaving her parents’ house. Neither of us want to talk about it, but I know we have to.

“Can we go up to your room, Richie? I’m tired.”

I’m afraid to be alone in my room with her. I know I said I don’t care, which I don’t. But I feel like I need to be sure of this decision I’m making. I have to talk to my parents first and make my decision from their response.

“In a minute baby, I just need to talk to my parents first. We need to get to the bottom of this.”

She sits up and looks at me. Her eyes wells up again.

“You do care don’t you, Richie? You said you don’t but you do.”

She whisper softly. Bringing her back to me I wrap my hands around her, kissing her head.

“That’s not it baby, I just gotta talk to my parents about this first. I don’t care, but I just gotta make sure about this first before I jump all in.”

Just as I finish my sentence my parents walk in. I can see the hatred on my mother’s face. I can never figure out why my own mother hates me and my own father can’t look at me. But I stopped caring a long time ago.

I stand with Melody by my side. She’s never met my father before. My mother and her have cross paths almost every day. My father never showed any interest in meeting her, and I never when out of my way to introduce them. So that was that.

My father take one look at us and swore. He gesture with his hand towards us.

“What the hell is this? Bring your black whore to meet the family day?”

I feel Melody stiffen, but she says nothing. My anger is through the roof. I’ve had it with all of his bullshit. He can hate me and say mean shit to me all day, but disrespecting Melody is out of the question.

“You don’t get to talk to her like that, you uncaring bastard! If you’re looking for a whore, turn to your wife.”

I know what some of you are saying. ‘Chill out dude, she’s your mom.’ But this bitch is not my mother. And neither is the bastard my father. Mothers and fathers are supposed to love their kids, but not these two. Both my parents hated me from the moment I was born, if not before.