Unexpected

6.

MICHELLE POV

We must've fallen asleep after our third round. I pretty much tired Tatum out. Poor boy was snoring an all. Sitting up slowly on the bed I turned to look at him. He was out cold. Then my eyes went to the tattoo on his upper back.

When I realized what it was I jumped back "hold the fuck up!!". He jumped up "what's wrong?".

"Why the fuck do you have a damn swastika on your back?!... and boy you better not lie" I warned.

"Michelle, relax! I can explain" he said.

"Well?!" I said.

"I got this tattoo when I was in my teens. But I regret it. The only thing is I don't have money like that to get it removed. That was the old me. I'm not like that anymore" he said.

"You have an excuse for everything. I'm not even sure I can believe you!" I said.

"Why would I be with you if I was that way?" He asked.

"Who knows?! Maybe I'm a bet or something" I said.

He shook his head "you are not a bet. Michelle I truly have deep feelings for you. I'm not here to play games". Staring at him... his eyes look genuine. Dropping the bat I had just in case I had to knock this white boy out. "This whole racism thing is making me crazy".

He pulled me to him "you'll be okay".

A month later I was still beside myself. Not knowing what to believe. Whitney had to notice my confused stats of mind "look you been off lately... what's going on?".

Closing my books "it's just... Tatum. I saw a swastika tattoo on his back. Confronted him about it. And of course he had the right answers".

"Tatum better not be a nazi! Cause I won't hesitate to beat his white ass" she said.

"I don't know what to think" I said.

"You better start doing something. Cause homeboy can't be around me with that shit" she said.

"It's all too much! Then I caught a cold and I'm all stuffed up. Like, can things just go back to normal" I whined.

Whitney was about to say something but I got a odd text from an unknown number...

"Go to this address... at six to see the truth" unknown text.

Feeling light headed I closed my eyes "I'm going to go lay down". Whitney watched me go to my room. Now I wasn't sure if I wanted to follow this unknown text.

On top of that I felt a fever coming on. Getting into my bed I just went to sleep. Hours later I woke up from missed call from Tatum. My pillow was wet from the sweating my body did.

Seeing it was almost six I jumped up and ran out the door. Taking a cab to the address it was an abandon house. Now who would send me here. The cheering was loud. But it peaked my interest. Slowly walking up to a window. My heart sank.

A room full of bald headed men. Saluting to a confederate flag chanting something I've hear from history class. When I saw Tatum take center stage... it made my stomach turn.

Feeling the need to vomit was happening. Everything was replaying to me. Ariana's words were replaying in my head. He played me.

I could just bust down the door and go crazy. But let's remember these are neo-nazi's. They have weapons. With that talk I just stood there.

I was completely sick to my stomach. At this point I wasn't feeling good at all. My legs were weak. The spot I was at was spinning. I wasn't sure what was happening to me.

"Whitney I need you..." that's all I remember saying before I passed out.

Opening my eyes... bright lights made me squint. But I looked over to see Whitney "oh thank goodness you're awake!".

Trying to sit up "why am I here?".

"You passed out" she said.

"Oh" I said.

The doctor came in "I see sleeping beauty is awake".

Squinting my eyes at the doctor "well I see you are feeling better. You were a mess when you got here. Vitamins were low... also the baby wasn't losing out",

"Excuse me? Repeat that? Cause I swore you said baby. You must be mistaken" I said.

The doctor looked at the file "you are Michelle so I'm right".

"This is getting worse!" I said.

"Michelle didn't I say to let Tatum use protection?! Now look..." Whitney said.

When she mentioned Tatum the memory of what I witnessed came back. The door opened and it was him "holy shit Michelle are you okay?!".

I jumped back "don't touch me!".

He glanced at Whitney who shrugged "maybe she's still shaken up".

"No I want you out! Now!" I said. The doctor tried calming me down "out!!!". Security stepped in escorting him out. Tears were running down my face. I felt betrayed.