White Boy Book 1: The Owen Thomas Story

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Chapter Five

Bishop waited until he was able to take a short vacation from work before making his trip to California. He continued to talk with Whitney every week and never let on that he knew she was up to something he didn’t approve of. Bishop figured since it was summer and school was out, this would give her more time to spend with this unknown white man. He intended on catching her just as Russell did.

Early one Saturday morning, he got on a plane, and went to visit his sister. Bishop picked up his car, checked into his hotel, and drove to campus. Whitney had no idea she was about to get the surprise of her life.

She and her friends had a party the night before, and the apartment was a total mess. Again, she was asleep at almost noon when the doorbell rang. This time, Owen opened the door.

“Yeah, man what’s up?”

“Is Whitney here?”

“Who should I ask is calling?”

“Bishop.”

“Her brother?”

“Yeah. Are you the one sleeping with her?”

“Nope. I’ll get her for you. Have a seat.”

“No thanks, I’ll stand.”

Owen let Bishop in, went to Whitney’s room, and knocked on the door. Whitney was half-asleep.

“Yeah, what is it?” she asked.

“You have a visitor,” Owen said from the other side of the door.

“Who is it?”

“Bishop.”

Owen didn’t wait for a response. He went to Desiree’s room and closed the door. Bishop waited on his sister to come from the room. She was taking too long, so he started calling her name.

“Whitney!” Bishop yelled. He got no answer so he yelled again. “Whitney! Come on out here and see me! I’ve taken time off work just to see my little sister! Come on out here!”

Bishop waited patiently. Ten seconds went by and her door opened. Whitney emerged from the back of her apartment. When she reached the living room, she just stood there and glared at her older brother.

“Hey lil’ sis. You gonna give me a hug or what?”

Whitney walked over to Bishop and gave him a hug.

“What’s up girl? I’m so happy to see you! I would have brought you a cheese steak, but I forgot. You look wonderful.”

Still half asleep, she confronted her older brother. “You said you’d always bring a cheese steak when you came to visit. Bishop, what are you doing here?”

“I came to see you! It’s been forever.”

She stared at her older brother. “You’re lying.”

Bishop faked a smile. “No, I did come to see you.”

Still not believing her brother was standing in her living room continued the conversation. “You’ve talked to Russell right?”

Bishop stopped pretending. “I saw him not long after he left here.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t make your way out here right after you heard.”

Bishop cocked his head to the right and asked, “I just wanna know what the hell you’re doing.”

Whitney sighed. “Bishop, if you came two thousand miles to know what I was doing, you could have just called. I would’ve told you.”

Bishop tilted his head to the left. “Are you fucking a white boy?”

“Better than that. I’m in love with one,” Whitney said grinning.

“Excuse me?”

Whitney’s smile subsided. “You heard me. I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t refer to him as white boy. His name is Isaias. His name is Hebrew for salvation. I’d say he’s my salvation. But obviously you’d disagree.”

Bishop realized that his sister had grown up a bit, and she was very serious about her relationship, but he wasn’t about to back down.

“You’re damn right I disagree. Whitney, he’s white.”

“So what.”

“White men kill people.”

“Not this one.”

“They all do. They hate us, Whitney. All white people hate black people.”

She shook her head. “No, they don’t. Bishop, wake up. Our parents were at the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“No.”

“The cop who shot them had an issue with black people yes, but all white people are not like him. You used to think different until our parents died,” she said taking a step towards her brother.

“He was wrong, Whitney.”

“I know he was, but do you have to fault the whole damn race?” Whitney asked loudly. She waited on Bishop to answer, yet he said nothing, and she continued. “Big bro look. I know you came out here to try to protect me from the big bad white man, but there is no need for that. I love you and you are all that I have in this world. So will you do me a favor?”

“What?”

“Meet him.”

“I’ve got my nine ready to shoot him so I better not.”

With a concerned look on her face she asked, “You came out here with your gun?”

“Yeah. Took a while to get the necessary permits and shit. That’s the reason I wasn’t here right after Russell left.”

“So, the plan was to shoot him, and go home?”

Bishop shrugged. “Something like that.”

“Bishop you would do that to me? What if it were Russell?”

“You know if Russell had mistreated you, I would be in his ass as well.”

“Liar,” Whitney said, shaking her head. “If he had mistreated me, you would have told me to leave him alone and go on about my business. So do me a favor. You love me right?”

“If I didn’t I wouldn’t be here.”

“Give Isaias a chance.”

“Why should I?”

“I love him, and that should be enough. Isaias Reynolds is a true gentleman. Not only is he smart, he is extremely talented. He’s a musician.”

“Really?”

“Really. He’s a drummer in a local band called Therapy. He’s a jazz artist Bishop. He named a song just for me.”

“So that makes him a god now.”

“I never said that. All I want you to do is give him chance. He’s smart, like me.”

Bishop stood there with his hands in his pockets contemplating what his sister was saying. As he was thinking, Whitney kept on talking.

“Come on Bishop. Give the man a chance. He may not look like us, but he is intelligent, and I think you will like him.”

“You slept with him. You cheated on Russell.”

Whitney shrugged. “Oh well. If Russell wanted to be with me, he would’ve married me by now. I love Isaias now. If you can’t accept that, so be it. You can leave, and I will go on without you. I’d rather not do that. I’m your sister, and I know you trust my judgment. Give him a chance.”

Bishop stood there looking into his sister’s eyes. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he couldn’t get past the fact that she was sleeping with his sworn enemy.

“I can’t do this now, Whitney. I gotta think this through first.”

“Are you leaving?”

“I’m not going back to Philly, but I do have to leave. See you later sis.”

Bishop turned and walked out of the door. Whitney breathed a sigh of relief. She turned and went back to her room.

“Is he gone?” Isaias asked.

“Yeah. Had he been in a better state of mind, I would’ve let you meet him today. He’s a little mad right now.”

“Whitney, I won’t come between you and your family.”

“It’s about time Bishop Alexander Matthews understood that I am a grown woman and I do what I want.”

The next day, Bishop had calmed down enough to listen to what his sister had to say. He decided to go back to her place, talk to her, and possibly meet Isaias. She was so fond of him, there had to be something that was drawing her to him. Bishop decided to meet the man she was in love with, and then tell Russell if he should move on or not. Bishop knocked on the door.

Desiree was attempting to study. She got up and opened the door.

“May I help you?” She asked.

Bishop smiled. “How you doing Desiree. I’m Bishop.”

She returned the smile and exclaimed, “Hey! I heard you were in town, come on in.” She opened the door wider to allow him to come in.

“Thanks. Is she here?”

“Whitney? No. She’s with Isaias. They went to grab a bite to eat.”

“Do you mind if I wait for her?”

“Not at all. Make yourself at home. Turn on the tube. They should be back any minute.”

Bishop sat on the end of the sofa and stared at the floor for a moment before he asked, “Desiree, can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Certainly.”

Desiree sat on the couch next to Bishop. “So what’s on your mind?”

“You’re from the hood, and you know exactly where I’m coming from when I say that white men are dangerous right?”

“I do, but the majority of white men in this part of the country are different.”

“How so?”

“It’s kinda hard to describe. Let’s just say that they are to busy trying to make more money than the next man to be hung up on petty shit like racism.”

“The one that came to the door yesterday. Who was that?”

“That was Owen. Owen is my man. And I know what you’re thinking. He’s white. Well, like I said out here people are just different. For instance, Isaias is extremely smart and just as talented.”

“Whitney told me that much. Tell me what she hasn’t told me.”

“He came from a good family right here in northern California. His father died right after he was accepted to Eastern-Clark, and he loves his mother very much.”

“Is he prejudice?”

“Not in the least. If you’re really asking if he loves Whitney, I do believe he does. Bishop you should see them together. It is incredible. I’ve known him for three years. I’ve seen him date many women, and there has been no one like your sister.”

“How many is many women?” Bishop asked.

“A few. None of them amounted to anything though. He would meet them, spend a little money on them, and soon after they were gone. Whitney must have seen something in him that the others didn’t.”

“So he’s all right then?”

“Yep.”

Just then, the door opened, and Whitney and Isaias walked in. Whitney was just as surprised as Isaias was to see Bishop sitting in the living room of her apartment. Her first thought was he was there to kill her boyfriend.

“Bishop, what are you doing here?”

“You trying to tell me I’m not welcome in your house?”

She had to gain control before her very volatile brother exploded. “No. Nothing like that. I just didn’t expect to see you so soon.”

“Did you enjoy your lunch?”

“Yes I did why?”

“Do you mind if I borrow Isaias for a while?”

Whitney then became defensive. “For what?”

“I wanna know what it is about this man that you love so much. I promise I won’t hurt him.”

Whitney looked at Isaias. “What do you say?”

Isaias smiled. “Sure. This is your brother. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

Still unsure of his decision she answered, “Okay then. See you later.”

Bishop kissed Whitney on the cheek. “See you later, little sister.”

Four hours later, Whitney was beginning to worry. Her crazy, white hating brother had taken the man she loved, and hadn’t returned. Where were they? She was thinking about calling the police, when the two of them burst in the place stumbling and laughing.

“Where have you two been?” Whitney asked.

An obviously intoxicated Bishop replied. “Don’t worr…worry about it. We’re fine.”

“You’re drunk.”

“Yeah, so,” Bishop said.

“Your brother is a good man baby. A good ma-”

Isaias didn’t finish his sentence. He passed out on the couch. Whitney was upset.

“What did you do to him Bishop?”

Happy and drunk Bishop replied, “I didn’t do any thing to him. We just had a few drinks.”

She crossed her arms in disgust. “So did you get what you came for?”

“I certainly did. Thank you, sis. You reminded me that people are just people. Isaias is all right.”

“Glad you think so.”

“I know I think so. Oh, damn. Where is your bathroom?” Bishop asked.

“Down the hall.”

Bishop ran to the bathroom to deposit the majority of the alcohol he consumed in the toilet. When the door opened, he called out for his sister.

“Whitney!”

Whitney went to the bathroom door to find her brother hugging the toilet. “What is it?”

“Do you mind if I crash here until I sober up?”

“Go lay down in my bed,” she said as she sighed and crossed her arms.

“Thanks sis.”

Bishop went to lie in his sister’s bed, and she went back to the living room. When she got there, Desiree was standing over Isaias.

“What are we gonna do with this one?” Desiree asked.

“Let’s call Owen to come get him.”

“He might throw up in the car. Help me get him on the floor. I don’t want him throwing up on the couch.”

Two hours later, Isaias woke up, and Whitney was sitting on the couch watching television and watching over her man.

Isaias sat up. “Oh my head.”

“Serves you right.”

“Where’s Bishop?”

“Sleeping it off.”

Whitney was angry with herself for allowing her brother to take Isaias and get him drunk.

“What’s the matter honey?” Isaias asked.

“You said you would be fine. He said he would bring you back the way you left. You were pissy drunk when you came in here, Isaias.”

“I still am. You mad at me, baby?”

“Of course I’m mad.”

“Well now that I’ve gotten to know your brother a little bit, and he no longer thinks I’m going to kill you, it was worth it. The hang up he had about me being white is no longer there. We’re good. I’m welcome in his house, and he’s welcome at mine.”

“You found a common ground and worked on that didn’t you?”

Isaias smiled. “I don’t have an IQ of one seventy two for nothing.”

Not thinking of Isaias current condition, she reached for him and pulled him close. “Oh baby I’m so happy!”

“Not so hard honey!” Isaias said firmly. He woke with a hangover.

“Oh, I’m sorry baby.”

Whitney kissed her man and they lay on the floor. He told her the entire story of the afternoon that he shared with her brother. Whitney was extremely happy. Now she could move on with her life and everything would be okay.


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