Hate: Why Do You Look?Mature

Shiloah’s POV:

“But, if I may, what is your name madam?” I popped my neck and gave a short-lived laugh.

“You’ve got to be kidding me! You don’t even remember me?” My lip wavered, I looked him straight in the eye, a tear escaped me. At that point Caeleigh ran downstairs and to my side, her thick curls bouncing while she ran. “Caeleigh, go upstairs, baby.”

“But, Mommy, I heard Daddy screaming. I was scared.” She didn’t look at Jalen. She was furious with her father, she hadn’t forgiven him yet. She was rooting for the divorce, baby RJ and I weren’t so happy about it.

“What did I say!?” She jolted back. I had never yelled at her before, but I was so hurt because Jalen was doing this to me. Did he want me to suffer? Jalen stared at her with confusion, when she glanced at him, she ran upstairs. RJ soon came down after silence between me and my soon to be ex-husband. RJ was like his daddy, dark, he had one of the most beautiful complexions for a half black boy, he almost looked completely black, while Caeleigh looked white.

When I saw Jalen look at Rodden, the registering of hate became blatantly clear. I picked Rodden up and lifted my eyebrow up to my husband. “What are you staring at?”

Rodden cuddled closer to me. He had one of his toy cars in his hand and Jalen or “Frank” yanked it out of his palm swiftly. My jaw dropped as Jalen pulled at our son’s arm and yanked him from me, and threw him to the ground.

“Rodden!” He was screaming and Caeleigh ran back downstairs because of all the commotion. She ran to our broken family and held onto me. I checked Rodden’s body to make sure there was nothing that would have done much damage. When I held his arm, he screamed in pain. It was broken.

I cried and pulled my baby onto my lap, tears falling down all of our faces besides Jalen. He looked on with hate at our son. “HOW COULD YOU HURT OUR BABY! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” I shivered, putting my cheek to Rodden’s forehead while Caeleigh went to the phone and called the one number she knew to call in an emergency. 9-1-1.

Jalen ran to Caeleigh and took the phone from her. “If you’re a good girl, you’d go to your mummy, now do as I say.” Caeleigh looked at Jalen like he was something foreign, I knew how she felt. His voice was British and we were all taken aback.

Jalen ran to Caeleigh and took the phone from her. “If you’re a good girl, you’d go to your mummy, now do as I say.” Caeleigh looked at Jalen like he was something foreign, I knew how she felt. His voice was British and we were all taken aback. He clicked the end button on the phone. “Now! Why would a pretty little lady like you, have a nigglet as a son?”

“Excuse me!? Nigglet!? Jalen, get a hold of yourself! We’ve never used that kind of racist language in our household! And it’s because of you! You are their daddy. Don’t you remember anything? Look at you…”

And for the first time since his outburst he looked at his skin. Then…he screamed.

The End

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