We returned to their home, Jordan hadn't eaten at all that day either so we were more than happy to get there. The food was good like Louis said, but it was almost too greasy for me to eat. Beverly was in the other room talking on the phone to some girl. I noticed that he actually sounded like a respectable human being and not a low-life player for once! Must've been some girl. The whole meal Louis kept on staring at Jordan. I understood his skepticism, but Jordan was a good man. He wouldn't have done anything bad to him unless he hurt me.
"The food is good Louis. Thanks." Jordan complimented.
Louis didn't respond.
"I don't think he heard you, babe," I said.
"I did. I just don't respond very well to ignorant white folks."
"Who are you calling ignorant?" Jordan stopped eating now.
"You."
"I'm dating Katrina for Christ's sake! That doesn't scream 'ignorant bigot' to me!" Jordan got flared up again.
"I don't know what you do or how you treat her. She seemed very upset when I ran into her."
"I don't mistreat you, do I, Princess?"
"No. Not at all. It was just a petty fight. We're over it now, Louis." I pleaded with Louis with my eyes: stop talking.
He didn't get the message. "Excuse me, but when I see your boyfriend laughing with a bunch of rapists and murderers I get uneasy."
"I'm not a murderer or a rapist. And neither are they."
"If you hang out with Johnny long enough you'll become one. I'm surprised you acknowledged Katrina's existence around them."
"Why wouldn't I? I love her."
"You only love her body and you know it."
"Louis!" I gasped.
"That's it!" Jordan swung. Everything else happened so quickly. Black and white skin ran into each other in a blur. Louis slammed Jordan on the floor like a wrestler except this was real life. He struggled underneath him. The both made grunts and growls as they battle for the upper hand.
"Beverly come here! Help him!" I yelled. I got up from my seat and ran into the other room. I snatched the phone out of his hand.
"Beverly has to go now, bye!" I said into the receiver.
"What was that for?"
"Get in there and get Louis off of Jordan!" I screamed. "I can't lose him he's all I've got!" I started to shake and tears streamed down my face in waves.
No, no. Not again! Suck it up, Katrina and be strong for him!
I took deep breaths until my hysterics were under control.
In and out. In and out. Okay.
I followed Beverly into the room just as a bloodcurdling scream pierced my ears. Jordan was on the floor.
"Oh my God!" I whispered. I rushed over to his limp body and nudged his arm. He didn't move. There was a huge gash on the side of his head and bite marks. Deep blood slowly trickled out and into his open mouth. His azure eyes were staring into the next room.
"What'd you do that for?!" I turned on Louis.
"Self defense. I'm not letting him run my house."
"He was defending our relationship, and you knock him out?"
"I never really wanted him here in the first place."
"If he goes, then I go."
"Then go." he glared. "I'm not endangering Althea."
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General Fiction"What year is it?" "1955." "Thank you." I turned around, my fears confirmed. I understood why the world seemed so different now. So hostile towards me for no reason. I was black. I was a girl. I was in rags. And it was 1955. ...
